chapter 72

CHAPTER 72

HENRIETTA POV

I found myself in a state of profound contemplation as I perched upon my bed in the early morning. The weight of my thoughts bore heavily upon me, for the events of the previous night had left me wounded and introspective. It was during this solitary moment that I grappled with the insults hurled at me by my three sons, and the remorseful recollection of the unsavory actions I had committed against my own family, most notably the painful decision to abandon my husband for another man.

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through her bedroom window, my countenance betrayed the tumultuous storm brewing within me. The echoes of my sons’ harsh words reverberated through my mind, each syllable piercing her heart like a thousand tiny arrows. The sting of their insults was not merely a fleeting discomfort, but rather a deep-seated wound that gnawed at my soul. I brooded over the accusations, dissecting each one with a meticulousness that only heightened my anguis