Maya's POV
The moment felt suspended in time as my gaze settled on Bianca.
There she was, trapped in a sterile hospital wheelchair, her legs lying useless beneath a thin institutional blanket that failed to conceal the harsh reality of her condition. Her once-pristine hair hung in greasy strands around a face drained of color, and the woman who had once commanded every room with predatory confidence now appeared broken. Dark circles carved deep shadows under her eyes, telling stories of agony and sleepless nights that had stripped away her former arrogance.
My pulse quickened, but not from anxiety. Something darker stirred within my chest, a complex mixture of shock and vindication that I had never experienced before. It was as though every tear shed, every nightmare endured, every moment of terror Bianca had inflicted had finally been answered by fate itself.
