Lina felt a surge of anger and betrayal rise up within her—not just her own, but a tidal wave of raw emotion from the original Lina, the true owner of this body.
The pain was visceral, coiling deep in her chest like a wound ripped open all over again. She could feel the heartbreak that had accumulated over years of being pushed aside, gaslighted, and emotionally neglected.
The woman who once loved with her whole heart had been reduced to a mere placeholder—someone to fill the silence when Stacey wasn't around.
And now? Now, she was being discarded as if her pain didn't matter, as if her loss was just an inconvenient footnote in someone else's happy ending.
Her hands curled into fists in her lap.
The man who once whispered promises in the dark now couldn't even meet her eyes when she asked if the child in Stacey's womb was his.
