Chapter 104

The darkness of my room feels suffocating. I clutch my stomach, trembling, as if holding onto something fragile—something I desperately want to keep. Tears stream down my cheeks, hot and relentless, blurring my vision as I stare at the ceiling, unable to breathe properly. My chest feels tight, like I'm suffocating from the inside out. I never thought I'd feel this vulnerable, not after all I'd been through. But right now, I feel raw, exposed, completely broken.

I wipe at my tears with trembling hands, but they keep coming. The ache in my heart is worse than the physical pain in my abdomen. I'd hoped—no, I'd believed—that I could handle this, that I was strong enough. But I realize, painfully, that I was fooling myself. I am not strong. I am just a woman desperately clinging to hope and trying to silence the overwhelming fear that I've lost everything I wanted—my future, my happiness, my peace.