Chapter 160. Getting the Memories Back

Xerina’s POV

The darkness pressed in on me like a vise, cold and suffocating. Valeria’s words reverberated through my mind, each one a dagger sinking deeper into my flesh, carving away the last remnants of hope.

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. But the blood on my hands, the weight of the tiny body in my arms—these weren’t illusions. They were memories. My memories. My child… dead.

I choked on my sobs, my body trembling violently. I was losing myself in the pain, in the horror of it all. The woman in these memories wasn’t me. She couldn’t be me.

But she was.

“Naya,” Valeria’s voice oozed with malice as she circled me, her presence towering over me like a predator stalking its prey. “Do you see it now? The truth you’ve been fucking running from? The truth you’ve tried so desperately to bury?”

“Stop…” My voice cracked, barely audible. I couldn’t handle this. Not now. Not like this.

“Stop?” she mocked, crouching down to my level, h