Chapter 89

Calla's POV

As the hours wore on, my anger simmered beneath the surface, refusing to dissipate. The image of Lucian with that woman, their intimacy etched into my mind, played on a never-ending loop. The betrayal and heartache I felt seemed insurmountable, casting a dark shadow over my entire being.

Despite my refusal to answer the incessant calls from the maids, their persistence finally wore me down. With a heavy heart, I dragged myself out of my room and reluctantly made my way to the general dining room.

The familiar hallways felt foreign, as if they, too, were aware of the turmoil raging within me. Each step I took echoed with a sense of emptiness, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that had once filled these corridors. My mood was somber, my footsteps heavy as if weighed down by the weight of my shattered heart.

As I entered the dining room, the atmosphere was suffocating. The usual chatter and laughter that had filled the air now felt hollow and distant. The clinking of silv