Melissa's POV
I left the study and ran to my room, locking in from inside and breaking everything that came in front of my sight!
When my anger finally went down a little, I sank to the floor.
My hands were trembling as I stared at the broken vase in front of me. That vase was very special to me. As I once picked it out with Mother during a summer trip to Paris.
The shattered vase reflected me… it was just like everything else in my life.
I pressed my palms to my ears to block out the sound of my rapid breaths. It was too loud, which was making me lose once again.
Why wasn't anyone coming after hearing such loud noises?
Where were the maids who used to run to me the second I even whimpered? Where was Nanny, who used to brush my hair back and say I was her little princess?
Why had Asher turned his back on me? He used to fight the world for me and used to call me his baby sister in front of everyone?
He had changed to the point where he couldn't even look me in the eyes.
