Sophia's Point Of View
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
This wasn't happening.
This couldn't be happening.
My entire body trembled with both fear and rage as I sat there in the wheelchair—no, stood, I had already exposed myself. My legs felt numb, not from any injury, but from the overwhelming dread pooling in my stomach.
How could I have been so stupid?
How could I have forgotten I was supposed to be faking an injury?
The moment I had stood up, the cameras had caught everything.
And now, the whispers, the murmurs, the accusations—they clawed at me like wild animals.
My career...
Everything I had built over the years.
Everything I had worked for.
It was all… crumbling.
And it was because of her.
Morana.
That woman. That curse. That snake.
She had ruined me.
I snapped my head toward her, but she was still standing there, composed, untouchable, as if she was enjoying every second of my downfall.
And then the reporter asked the next question.
