Days have passed since Michelle's carefully constructed act turned my world upside down. I’ve not left my bedroom since then, I don’t wanna see or talk to anyone.
The Omegas are just bringing me food and water, their eyes avoiding mine, their silence a heavy condemnation.
Papa visits me from time to time, his demeanor calm as he speaks to me about what happened. I tried to defend myself, to explain the truth, but he would indirectly dismiss my claims, his words laced with a quiet skepticism that cut deeper than outright disbelief.
He also breaks the news that he has assigned me a new bodyguard and has forbidden Colt from coming anywhere near me. If only this would’ve been done when I asked for it, none of this chaos would’ve ensued. But I can’t voice this out loud; it’s just a silent s
