Tessy hadn't spoken a word since she returned to her room. Not since the truth detonated through her veins like wildfire, scorching every memory, every lie, every face she once believed in.
It had been hours since she arrived in her room, and she had locked herself in, refusing to come out. She didn't care about food, even though her stomach ached from hunger. The physical emptiness was nothing compared to the storm inside her.
She was devastated, completely shattered, not just by the revelation, but also by the loss of her pregnancy, and deep down, she blamed herself for it.
A thousand thoughts circled her mind, each one beginning with if only or if I had known. If only she had been more careful. If she had waited a little to hear Roman's side of the story. If only she had done things differently.
