Davina clutched her chest as if trying to keep her heart from splintering further.
“He thinks I intentionally did it… I’m the reason Eva’s lying unconscious in that hospital bed. To him, I’m the villain of his perfect story… just a filthy, lying slut.”
Her voice cracked painfully at the last word.
Naina struggled to breathe through the rage and sorrow swelling in her chest.
She cleaned the bruises on Davina’s cheeks gently, whispering reassurances she herself didn’t believe.
“But how could he do this to you, Davi?” she whispered.
“You’re Davina Parker…”
Davina let out a broken, bitter laugh.
“To the world, maybe,” she rasped.
“But to him… I will never be Davina Parker. I was and always will be Shefali D’Souza. His personal w***e. His bed warmer. His betrayer. The girl who died fiv
