Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Seven

I wondered how the life I had imagined imagined for myself suddenly became this way, I was who I wanted to be but now I was fighting to be with rueben while also keeping the family happy even though they didn’t care one bit.

As the weight of Belen's accusations and the crowd's rejection continued to weigh heavily on my heart, I found myself unable to bear the pain any longer. The room felt suffocating, each breath a struggle against the disappointment and betrayal that engulfed me.

By midnight, I had made up my mind. I couldn't bear the thought of facing another day filled with doubt and skepticism. It seemed that being queen was an impossible dream, one that I was not meant to fulfill. With a heavy heart, I began to pack my belongings, ready to leave it all behind.

But just as I was about to give up completely, the door to my chambers swung open, and Martha, my personal assistant, rushed in. Her eyes were filled with concern and determination as she took in the sight of my packed bag