People often described Serisse Valemont as cold, difficult, and impossible to approach. The woman who returned to her country carrying nothing but sharp tongue, unreadable eyes, and walls no one could break through anymore. People feared her. Misunderstood her. Judged her long before they even tried to know her. But none of them knew what it cost her to become that way. None of them knew what happened to the woman who once loved so deeply, understood too much, and waited until there was almost nothing left of her. Because Serisse was not born cruel. And somewhere between the storm she survived and the silence she came home with... a part of her never returned. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: Story is written in Taglish