Sleeping was impossible.
I didn’t know what I should feel—if I was supposed to pity my father for being tortured by Zeden, or be glad that he finally got everything he deserved. After all the beatings. After all the pain. After dragging me into this twisted life… then selling me off like I was nothing.
And still, here I am. Still suffering. Still being used.
I rolled restlessly, tossing around the bed like I could shake off the weight on my chest. But it only grew heavier.
Zeden used his own child—used her to crawl under my skin, to open my heart, just to f**k me.
Zameera told me. She told me he was her father.
And I didn’t listen. I was so distracted, so desperate to protect someone, to feel something… I ignored every red flag. I should’ve known.
Fuck.
I pressed my palm hard over
