"I'm sorry, Mel. But I couldn't tell you the truth."

She has brought me to her room and made me sit on her bed.

"This is too much to swallow. How is this even possible?" She reacts with shock.

"It's possible. I'm living this way every single day." I whisper.

I want to weep or maybe scream in frustration. Samara has filled Ashar's mind with so much hatred for me that he's not ready to see the truth from his own eyes. He is seeing me through her eyes, the way she has portrayed my image in his head.

"Tell me everything, darling." She caresses my cheek which is still...