They say betrayal feels like a dagger to the heart, but for me, it was more than that. It was a slow, suffocating fire that burned everything I loved to ashes. My mother’s laughter, my father’s strength, my childhood—gone in the wake of my aunt’s schemes. I didn’t understand it then, but betrayal doesn’t just steal your trust; it steals your sense of self. I learned that too late.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s this: betrayal doesn’t just shatter the betrayed. It corrupts the betrayer. You can build a castle on lies, but one day, the foundation will crack. And when it does, the truth will bury you alive. That’s what Zeenat didn’t understand—until it was too late
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The Price Of Betrayal
General Fiction"The Price of Betrayal" What happens when a young girl's life is shaped by chaos? Her parents, once bound by love, are now caught in a never-ending storm of arguments and resentment. Every day is a battlefield, with her caught in the crossfire. Thei...
