Chapter 34

Sniffling in the bathroom and sobbing, Lyne stood up and moved to a wall mirror in the washroom. she looked back at the reflection and wondered if she has not been denying herself something she needs right that moment.

Staring back at a blonde-haired girl with eye bags, glassy blue eyes, red lips, and wearing a tiny flower-printed nightgown, she could only say one thing. Marrying Zeidan has given her lots of privileges that she should be thankful for.

Freedom, happiness, and the ability to feel loved even if it was all an act. She could remember his kisses, his touch, and all the tenderness that made her feel whole and it's like Zeidan reconstructed all parts of her life that have previously been pulled apart like the temple.

The temple.

She looked up at herself and the dried-up blood on her fingers and something flashed through her memories.

"...hundred years ago..."

"...started a protest and this place became history..."

She lifted her fingers and looked at the blood that stained it