Chapter 8

"How dare you come back here?!" Darson shouted angrily at Celeste.

Celeste remained on the cold, dirty cement, trembling with intense fear. Before she could even speak or beg to return, this was the reception she faced.

"You've got some nerve!" Priscilla snapped, emerging from the gate. "Don't you have any shame, Celeste? What made you think of coming back here after hurting Chiarra?!"

"I already told you, Celeste, never to show your face in front of me again! Do you have no self-respect? We’re separated! Do you want me to announce it to the world and humiliate you?!"

Her long nails dug into her palms. Her eyes were red, but no tears fell. She struggled to get up from where she had fallen.

Memories of the Allegra family, especially Priscilla, treating her well played in her mind. Priscilla had cared for her like a second mother. From the age of thirteen, she was spoiled and showered with sweet words. The Allegra family became her second home.

Darson was always by her side back then, a