Chapter 48
Ayra’s POV • • The hot water kept pouring over me, a relentless stream that didn’t care if it burned. And maybe I didn’t either. Maybe that was the point. Because right now… it felt like I was the only one with feelings here. The only one who actually cared. If he cared—even just a little—he wouldn’t have looked at me the way he did. Like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter. Like I wasn’t even there. Was I a burden to him? He said I wasn’t. Yeah, he made that clear with words. But actions? His silence screamed louder than anything he’s ever said to me. The way he brushed me off. The way he threw my presence aside like it didn’t hold weight. I guess I don’t deserve good treatment after all. Maybe this is what I get. My knees gave way and I slumped to the hot once cold, slippery fl
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