Chapter 038

Mirabella's Pov

I am beautiful.

I am powerful.

I am extraordinary.

I was created for great things.

I wasn't put on earth to wallow in misery. . .

Two months.

It has been two months since I first used my legs after the incident.

The moment I got up on my feet, I decided there and then to put myself first. To talk about myself correctly, to stand strong, to take care of myself without relenting.

And I've done just that.

Swallowed my pills religiously, started intense psycho and physiotherapy and the way I feel right now is enough proof that my hard work is paying off.

Recovering hasn't been the easiest, considering that the memories of that night still exist; the nightmares and panic attacks, but I find myself becoming stronger and more resilient after each dreadful episode of panic attack. That's the most important part of it all.

Today, I'm sitting in my father's office after he had invited me over to talk about very important matters—his words not mine—except, I've been seated here l