Chapter 105
Trista's POV
I stood in the bathroom for a long time, hands braced on the counter, staring at my reflection.
My face was pale, but my eyes were hard and cold.
I didn't cry.
I just suddenly realized I had endured this exact scenario too many times.
When I emerged, the living room was already full of people.
I stood back for a moment. The pain in my chest didn't dissipate; instead, it felt like it was forcing me, inch by inch, to make a choice.
I knew clearly: if I didn't speak tonight, the matter would be dragged out further, slowly crushed by "decency," "holidays," and "family," leaving only me trapped where I was.
I walked toward Howard, my voice steady, almost detached. "There are some things I need to say."
Cassian's gaze instantly sharpened.
He strode over and gr
