Calista POv
I was wide awake throughout the night, calling Cassie’s line nonstop and revisiting the horrible memories of that night. My brain captured a perfect shot of his eyes looking at me with empathy like I was begging to be loved. But the way he looked at the slave girl was quite different, his eyes took a different meaning and I spent the whole night picturing myself as her.
I still didn’t get why he’d leave me for that slave girl.
I got up several times to look at myself in the mirror and a few times, I stood naked and even I was marveled at my own beauty.
Although if I was being completely honest with myself, I knew that the slave girl was astonishing to behold but still, I liked to believe that I was just as beautiful.
If it wasn’t beauty, then what else would make him fal
