Chapter 222
Myrah's POV
There was a time in my life when I was weak and defenseless, and I lived in constant terror for my life. I was severely wounded and exploited by everyone I knew and loved, who trod on me and treated me like trash.
I never imagined that I would have a new outlook on life, be able to stand on my own two feet, be able to make my own decisions, and be able to use my voice to advocate for what was best for me. I never imagined that I would be able to love myself again, to look in the mirror and see someone worth loving despite all of my imperfections, someone who was worthy of experiencing life to the fullest and just living the life I wanted to live.
First and foremost, I never dreamed that some of the people, who have always scared me and treated me anyway they pleased, would eventually have to bow down before me and plead for forgiveness while their eyes were filled with fear – the same fear I felt every time they crushed me.
