Present – Davina
Her fingers trembled around the glass, knuckles white with suppressed rage. The amber liquid inside didn’t calm her nerves— it only stung her throat the way his lies had scorched her heart. The living room was dim. Safe. Jenny and Naina sat quietly across from her, eyes swollen, but burning with sisterly fury.
“I hated him at first…” Davina’s voice cracked like a fault line splitting open.
“Hated his arrogance, his cocky smile, his f*****g audacity to act like he owned the world. But then…”
She exhaled sharply, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
“Then I started to like him. Admire him. He was just different when he was with me. He was bold. Magnetic. The kind of man you couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard you tried. I told myself it was just infatuation, just
