Cynthia’s POV
I never thought I’d see them again. Not after everything that happened three years ago when I finally broke free from the cage they had trapped me in for so many years.
Yet, here I was, standing at the door of a presidential suite in a hotel that Lisa and Charles could never afford on their own. My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the doorknob, a flood of memories crashing over me—memories I had tried so hard to bury. But they were always there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for a moment like this to resurface.
The luxury suite was overwhelming, a far cry from anything I had ever experienced or even imagined. As I stepped inside, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of disbelief and resentment. This place was enormous, easily bigger than any home I’d ever known. The space screamed opulence, each detail more extravagant than the last.