Chapter 135

Shantelle’s POV

I stumbled backward, feeling like my world was crumbling around me, each piece of the reality I once knew shattering into oblivion. Seven caught me, his strong hands gripping my arms, holding me upright as if he could anchor me in this storm of emotions.

“We’re here for you, Shantelle,” he whispered, his voice a soft balm against the chaos swirling inside me, filled with a compassion that felt both comforting and suffocating.

But I pushed him away, the anger bubbling to the surface, boiling over like a volcano ready to erupt. “You knew? You knew and didn’t tell me?” My voice was laced with hurt, each word dripping with betrayal. The rage and pain intertwined, creating a tempest within me that threatened to consume everything.

Seven’s face contorted in anguish, his expression a mirror of my turmoil. “We were trying to protect you.”

Protect me? From the truth? The thought stung deeper than any physical wound. I felt like a puppet, s