#Chapter 120: Shadows on the Edge

Sophia The cabin was far too quiet. The silence gnawed at my nerves, making the flickering candlelight cast shadows that seemed to mock me. I wrapped my hands tighter around my teacup, the porcelain delicate against my fingers, but even the warmth of it couldn't soothe the simmering rage boiling in my chest. My nails hadn’t been done in months, the heating in this place sucked and worse of all, that vanity could hardly hold my toothbrush let alone my makeup. Ugh. Everything was wrong. I had been ripped from my life of luxury, my elegant mansion, my fine clothes, my perfectly curated jewels—gone, every last trace of it. I was left with this miserable shack on the edge of nowhere, banished, a ghost of the woman I used to be. I slouched deeper into the chair, letting my gaze linger on the view outside. The trees were a blur in the distance, just shadows against the darkening sky. But what did I care about trees? They weren't diamonds or silk. They were nothing. Everything had