Money or Love?
The moment the door of their small rented apartment closed behind them, Tessa could no longer hold it in. The strength she had been clinging to in front of Chloe, Ares, Julian, Lady Bianca, and everyone else crumbled the instant she was back in her own space. Her knees buckled, and she sank onto the old, threadbare sofa. Her body shook as tears streamed down her cheeks. The sound that came out of her chest wasn’t just crying…it was the raw, guttural pain of betrayal, the kind that left scars on a soul.
Ayisha and Mariam rushed to her, dropping their purses carelessly to the floor. They flanked her on both sides, rubbing her back, holding her trembling hands, whispering soft reassurances that barely made sense but were soaked with love.
“It’s okay, Tessa,” Ayisha murmured
