Chapter 47

Maxine's POV

Clara's words cut deep, reopening wounds I had tried to bury. Her presence served as a painful reminder of the battles I had fought and the scars I carried. But as I grieve, I sort for anything, just anything that can bring hope to my life. Because if I continue in this pain, it will drown me.

No matter how dark the night was, I refused to let despair consume me completely. Somewhere within the depths of my soul, I could feel it, the hope I sorted for, a small flame refusing to be extinguished. Though I have no idea how my life would turn out to be, I promise myself not to give in. I owe myself that.

With each passing day, I vowed to reclaim control over my destiny, to rise from the ashes of my suffering like a phoenix reborn. Though I knew it would be difficult, I was ready. My father would not rejoice over me. I promised him I would make him regret it. He would definitely regret selling me off like a piece of trash.

Despite Cla