Mia’s POV
I had imagined this moment a thousand times.
Them on their knees. Begging. Desperate. Helpless.
For years, I had wanted this—for them to feel even an ounce of what I had suffered. To watch them shatter the way they once shattered me.
And yet, as I stood there, looking down at them, something inside me twisted in ways I didn’t understand.
They looked at me like I was their world, like I was the only thing keeping them from falling apart.
And that scared me.
Because I didn’t know what to do with that.
I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into my dress, the air between us thick with something unbearable. “Get up,” I muttered, voice tight.
None of them moved.
My chest tightened, my hands clenching at my sides. “I said, get up.”
Still, nothing.
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