~Joanna
I lay in bed, my thoughts swirling like a storm I couldn’t escape. Yesterday's confrontation weighed heavily on my mind, playing on a loop that left me restless and drained. I couldn’t believe it—I had slapped Lanre. Me. Joanna. The quiet, composed woman who always kept her emotions in check. It was so unlike me, and yet, it had happened. The memory of it made my cheeks burn with a mix of shame and disbelief.
Lanre’s sharp words had pushed me to my limit, slicing through what little patience I had left. His constant insults, his relentless belittling—it was like he wanted to break me. And yesterday, he had succeeded. In a fit of rage, I had lashed out, the sound of the slap echoing in the room, silencing us both. For a fleeting moment, I had felt powerful, finally standing up to
