Susan's POV
"No! No! No! Evander! You can't just walk away from me because of some... some bitch!" I muttered through gritted teeth, clutching my hair as a wave of frustration surged through me. I grabbed my phone with a sharp cry and hurled it across the room, watching it shatter against the wall.
How could he be so merciless?
After that call with Evander, I locked myself in my bedroom all day, refusing to face anyone. The mere thought of stepping outside made me sick. I couldn't bear Angel's pitying looks or her judgmental eyes!
All I wanted was to die.
Everything I had worked for, everything I had schemed and sacrificed for, was slipping away—so slowly, so painfully. It was like watching sand fall through my fingers, no matter how tightly I tried to hold on. Time felt like my enemy, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of a cliff I couldn't escape.
