GENESIS
“Do you want revenge, princess?”
I stared up at him. My heart pounded in my chest. That word—revenge—I knew it well. I'd even asked Miss Melissa to explain it to me just last week. She had, in a quiet voice, eyes full of caution.
And now… he was asking me that.
But the real question was the one I needed to ask myself.
Do I want it?
Do I deserve it?
My eyes began to sting with tears. The answer was simple.
Yes. I did.
I deserved it.
I had suffered enough. And even after I escaped, they never stopped. They kept coming for me, not stopping. And I let them. Not because I wanted to, but because fear wrapped around me like chains.
But I forgot something.
I wasn’t alone anymore.
I had my husband. He had never once hurt me. Not once. And I believed him—I still believe him.
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