INICIAR SESIÓNOphelia’s POV:I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat feeling like a jagged stone. I refused to let my voice tremble. I was done being the trembling rabbit.
Ophelia’s POV:At the end of the day, despite my pride, I had no choice but to accept. How could I reject it?
Ophelia’s POV:I had to physically stop myself from bolting out of the restaurant and disappearing into the crowd. But I couldn't run. Not anymore. I had to be the anchor, the wall that protected Valeria from the storm.
Ophelia’s POV:The world had frozen.
— Four years ago —Ophelia’s POV:
Ilya’s POV:I watched as the blood drained from her expression. My heart skipped a beating, thudding painfully against my ribs. I had known this truth would be a heavy blow, but seeing the light of trust flicker and die in her eyes was almost more than I could stand.







