Chapter Hundred-nine

Anita’s POV

I remained on the cold floor, trying to process the pain radiating from my body and the shock of what had just occurred. My head throbbed, and the metallic scent of blood clung to my senses, reminding me of how vulnerable I had become. Luna Nora’s cruel laughter echoed in my ears as she stood over me, her fiancé joining her in mocking my humiliation. I had learned to expect this. It wasn’t the first time Luna Nora had belittled me, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.

But today felt different.

Something had changed inside me. It wasn’t just the physical pain—it was deeper than that. I was tired. Tired of being treated like a worthless object, tired of being pushed around, and tired of feeling powerless. As I sat up slowly, wiping the blood from my hand, I tried to steady my breath. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. No, I had endured enough. Today, I would not allow Luna Nora to break me.

Luna Nora sauntered over to me, her smug expression infuriati