Lilian's POV
I dropped my gaze, unable to find words.
I couldn't understand what was happening inside me. I had never been an arrogant person. Alesha always told me I was too gentle, lacking the sharp edges expected from someone of my background. I treated everyone with kindness, avoided confrontations, and never acted superior to others.
Yet somehow, whenever I faced Augusto, my worst qualities surfaced. Only in his presence did I become the person I despised most.
The realization baffled me. I regretted every cruel word I had spoken to him, but the damage was already done.
My hands curled into fists, nails digging crescents into my skin. Slowly, I raised my eyes to meet his and managed a whisper. "I'm sorry."
In the past, whenever he hurt or humiliated me, I would remind myself of my own cruelty toward him, hoping it would ease the sting of his revenge.
