Chapter 85–Moana’s POV
For a moment, I simply stood there, with my fingers curled into fists, my heart pounding so violently I wondered if the walls could hear it. My room felt smaller, suffocating, like it was closing in on me with every breath I took.
Me? Traitor?.
I walked toward my bed and sat down slowly, staring at the empty space where he had been moments ago.
He had looked at me like I was someone he didn’t recognize. Worse, like someone he despised.
I ran a hand through my hair and let out a shaky breath. I wasn’t going to cry. I refused to cry.
He actually believed I'm the one in that video. What did I expect from someone that believed his father because a word that sounds unreasonable.
The thought stung more than I wanted to admit.
I stood up and walked to the window,
