As the days in the hospital dragged on, my anticipation for confronting Daniel grew. Each hour felt like an eternity, with only Penelope’s soft reassurances and Norah’s comforting presence to hold me together. The truth of my circumstances was gradually unraveling in my mind, and I was ready to reclaim my life.
But fate had one more twist in store for me. On the fourth day, Daniel walked into my hospital room. He wasn’t alone. A tall, striking woman stood by his side, her arm looped through his as if she had always belonged there.
“Hello, Llaya,” Daniel said with an unsettling ease. “This is Sofia. Sofia, meet Llaya.”
