The Truth hurts

Maxwell's POV,

I peered out the window, my heart racing as I realized that the lady at the door was Amihan. The one person I wanted to avoid, the one person who had broken my heart beyond repair. As I watched her pleading with my mother, I felt my resolve crumbling. I wanted to believe that she was truly sorry, but I knew that I couldn't forgive her. Not now, not ever.

I turned away from the window, my chest tightening with sorrow. I couldn't bear to look at her, couldn't bear to hear her words. All I wanted was to be alone, to wallow in my pain. But as I tried to retreat to the solitude of my room, my mother's words struck my heart.

"Get out of this place this instant, you harlot!" my mother shouted, her face twisted with fury. "You're not welcome here, and I don't care what excuse you have. You've shamed my son, and I won't have you sullying this family any further."

Amihan stood before her, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, ma'am, I'm so sorry," she pleaded. "I don't know