Chapter 261

She sniffled softly, but her quiet cries did not stop. Each small sob seemed to echo in the room, a reflection of the loneliness and vulnerability that weighed heavily on her chest. In that moment, she felt completely alone, exposed to the cruelty of a world that seemed determined to break her spirit. It was as if she had been forced to walk along a path full of sharp thorns, each step sending a jolt of pain through her body, and the man she had once loved and trusted the most was the one guiding her unwillingly through this suffering. The betrayal, the fear, and the helplessness gnawed at her, leaving her trembling and uncertain of what the next moment would bring.

On cue, Hafsa entered the room carrying a steam mop, her hands shaking slightly from exhaustion, her expression wary and fearful. Hamdah accompanied her, holding a vacuum in her hands, her steps careful and deliberate. The two women had been forced into servitude, bound to work endlessly for Roshanay and her househ