163. Athena
Once upon a time, I was young, I was naive, I was nice. But not today.
This Athena had matured. This Athena ha seen that being nice never paid. This Athena had learnt the hard way that there was a difference between being nice nas being kind. I will never be anyone's door mat again.
Anyhow, Javier's pleas felt like a well set a plan—an attempt to humiliate me. But not anymore.
Just seeing him, standing in front of me as if he had the right to, as if he had somehow forgotten the pain he had made me go through made my blood boil. Javier. The man who once swore he loved me. The man who had destroyed me. The same man who, without hesitation, had beaten me in front of the council, stripped me of my dignity, and left me to rot in the shame he created. And now—now—he had the nerve
