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Chapter 12

Talia's Pov

As Rhys stormed out of the room, I sat back on the edge of my bed. I could still hear the echo of Rhys's voice in my mind. How he had confronted me about painting the gates. His words were sharp and covered with disappointment.

"How dare he question my choices?" It was just paint, I wanted to scream but I held it all in. My heart, pounding in my chest.

I painted the gates pink as a symbol, a declaration of my feelings for Rhys. A way to reclaim a piece of my heart that has been overshadowed by the chaos that has happened in the past few months.

Rhys had been the only one who understood me. The only one who saw beyond my dramatic self. But now, he's married to my foster sister, Mara.

The weight of that reality weighed on me like a heavy stone. A heavy blow on my heart.

I felt a mix of betrayal, anger, disappointment, and sadness build up within me. A cup full of emotions that threatens to spill out.

I gazed around the room, filled with emotions and memories of th