Chapter 8:
Samira stood by herself at the table, quietly minding her own business, when Luna showed up–hooked onto Jean’s arm like some prize she had just wond
It didn’t take long for Samira to notice the necklace hanging around Luna’s neck. Her necklace. The one Jean had taken from her just that
It was impossible to miss. That
That piece wasn’t just jewelry,
Family’s daughter in law
it meant something. It had always symbolized the status of the Zaccaro
And now Jean had handed it over to Luna himself, like he was making some sort of official announcement.X
Samira didn’t react. She didn’t cause a scene or go stamping over to demand answers. Not this time. She had done that once before and became the joke of the evening. She had learned
Instead, she just stood there, quiet, detached. Watching them like someone flipping through a memory they didn’t care to revisit.
Even though she hadn’t gone near them, she still stood out. And Jean noticed. His gaze caught hers from across the room and something
in his chest twisted.
Her expression didn’t hold anger. No heartbreak. Just distance. Like she wasn’t even part of this mess anymore. Just an outsider, watching it unfold. Before he knew it, he had walked up to her!
Samira didn’t move. She didn’t ask him why he came over. She didn’t even look surprised. Her eyes met his with a calm indifference.
But then Lunn stepped in, her voice shaking “Samira. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please don’t hurt me.
Samira blinked, confused. ‘What is she talking about?
Jean’s jaw tightened immediately. He turned to Lina, already scowling. “Did she do something to you again?
y a word. Luna pulled
Again. That word hit like ice in her chest. Of course. Of course that was what he would think. Before Samira could say a out her phone and showed Jean a string of messages. Her name was at the top of the chat
The messages were ugly. Threats. Promises that if Luna didn’t leave Jean alone, she’d disappear for good. But Samira had never sent them.
Still she had seen this move before. Luna had pulled this same stunt when they were kids. It worked back then too
Jean stared at the screen, his hands shaking slightly as he gripped the phone. When he finally looked up at Samira, his face was full of fury
“You’re unbelievable” be hissed. “You’d go this far? You really want to kill someone over love?“X
Samira didn’t even flinch. She jist stored back at him, tired. Like she couldn’t believe he still didn’t get it Samira stood there, silent, as the sting on her cheek burned hotter than the wine in her glass.
Jean had slapped her. In public. No hesitation, no questions asked, just rage. Because Luna gasped and pulled at her own dress like she was in danger.
She hadn’t even touched her. Samira didn’t know what shocked her more, Luna’s theatrics or Jean falling for it instantly. Again.
She tasted blood in her mouth, but maybe it was just the bittemess welling up from somewhere deeper.X
Jean glared at her like she was something rotten he couldn’t wait to throw away, “You’ve gone too far, Samira, I’m done making excuses for you. Go back to your family’s house. I’ll come pick you up in two days. Think long and hard before then.”X
He didn’t even wait for her response
Instead, he pulled off his suit jacket, wrapped it gently around Luna’s shoulders and led her away like a hero protecting the damsel 3 Sanira just stood there, feeling like the ground beneath her had cracked wide open. It was humiliating. She had done nothing, not this time. And yet, here she was, once again cast as the villain in a play she hadn’t auditioned for
So this was what it came to He didn’t see her. Not who she really was. Not who she had ever been. Just Luna’s sister. A threat. A
nuisance.”
She could’ve yelled. She could’ve screamed that it was all fake, that Luna had set her up just like she used to when they were kids. That this was history repeating itself
But there was no point Jean never believed her back then. And clearly, he didn’t now
So instead, she quietly reached for a fresh glass of wine, ignoring the stares, the whispers, the burn on her cheek. She raised it lazily in the air, as if toasting something only she could see
*│
Her voice was quiet, barely louder than a whisper. “I hope you’re happy, Jean. And I hope I can finally start living really living, without
you
She took one last sip from her glass, then set it down gently on the table. No drama. No second glance. Just like that, Samira turned around and walked away, calm, composed, done.
She didn’t rush She didn’t look back. Whatever they’d had it was over long before this moment!!
Tomorrow, the news of her “death” would explode online. People would talk. There would be shock, whispers, a hundred theories. But none of it would matter. Because Jean was no longer part of her story
Miranda stepped out of the organizer’s offi
