Chapter 25

- POV Karen Miller

The garden was my refuge, I cried like when Alaric beat my mother. I felt deep despair, having negative thoughts and desires that would do me no good.

I lay on the floor, closed my eyes, and listened to Anthony, my mother calling me, I didn't want to answer, I needed to cry, to suffer alone. My despair wasn't exactly because of the illness, but because of the issue I was involved in and with whom.

Anthony is the leader of a macho clan, and deeply disgusting in its cruel laws, subsidizing only the man, the woman is considered an object, an heiress.

An unknown side of me laughs at not being able to give Anthony a son, thus breaking his legacy. Entering, making me a disposable "unworthy" woman.

"I can help you get away from here."

Opening my eyes, I tilted my head to the side to see Jhenny.

"Do you want to, Karen?"

She was flustered, looking around, especially at the entra