Viona's POV
When Rafael walked out of my office this afternoon, I felt like my heart was about to drop out of my chest from beating too fast.
His question—why I left him—kept echoing in my head, even now while I sat at the dinner table with my kids.
I kept dragging my spoon through the cream soup in front of me, anxious because tomorrow I had to give him an answer.
Why did it feel like he dictated what I should do, yet I still followed anyway? Viona, why did you turn weak the moment he appeared again?
I let out a heavy sigh, feeling utterly defeated. All those times practicing in front of the mirror with a commanding, firm tone just to talk to Rafael… completely useless.
"Mommy… thank you for the food. I have finished."
Vae's voice snapped me back. She hopped off her chair, ran to me, and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"Good, dear. Don't forget to brush your teeth before bed." I half-shouted as she sprinted to her room.
