Chapter 133

EVELYN’S POV They all looked at me like I was a monster. One by one, their gazes shifted—not with pity, not even confusion, but with sheer disgust. The same people who had once praised me, who had cheered for me, defended me, called me “our Luna” with pride—now they recoiled as if I had committed some unforgivable sin when a few moments ago they were the ones provoking me. How quickly admiration curdles into judgment. How fragile loyalty is when built on convenience. And Dominic… The way he looked at me—that cold, soul-crushing glare—it was as if I were the rot infecting his entire world. Like I had been nothing but a thorn in his side, a burden he was finally ready to cast aside. Gone was the warmth, the appreciation. He looked at me as if he had never wanted me near him. As if I were the villain in his story all along. He says he never loved me. Never. Then what was it, all those times he praised my strength, my loyalty, my devotion? What was it when he let me tend to his wounds, sta