Zara’s POVI used to think silence was a kindness. Now, it was a sentence. A verdict with no trial.It had been hours since Rael threw the photographs across the table and told me to get out. Hours since I saw something worse than fury in his eyes, disappointment was the part that gutted me the most. He hadn’t roared. He hadn’t raged.He’d looked at me like I was already gone.Now, I sat curled on the velvet bench near my window, the storm gone, but the clouds still hanging low like a threat. The fire had long since gone out. I didn’t light another.I hadn’t cried yet. My eyes felt too dry. Like even my tears had betrayed me.Then came the knock. Three soft taps. I didn’t answer or move. Eventually, I stood and opened the door; no one was there. Just a rose crushed, half-dead, wine-drenched. Its scent hit me first. Metallic, sour and bruised.There was no note, no ribbon or explanation. Just this… dead thing. Left bleeding outside my door.I stared at it too long. A message, I thought
Last Updated : 2025-07-16
