Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 24: Longing For My Old Life

**Tiana's POV**

Fiona glared at me, her eyes filled with righteous indignation. "I can't believe you would lie like that, Tiana. Why are you trying to get between me and Theo?" Her voice dripped with venom, each word a dagger aimed straight at my heart. "I've known right from time that you never liked me just because I'm Theo's Best friend and you want to be the only one around him but this... Especially after pretending to be so sweet to me yesterday."

"Sounds like you're talking about yourself," Amara snorted. 

I couldn't respond. My throat felt like it was closing up, and my chest was heaving with the effort to breathe. The room seemed to spin, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of confusion and betrayal. The accusations stung, the disbelief in Theo’s eyes was killing me, and the malice in Fiona’s voice was too much to bear.

Just then, the physician stepped forward, her face stern as she noticed my labored breathing. "That's enough! Can't you see she's in agony? Everyone out, now!" Her voice was authoritative, cutting through the tension like a knife. "You're all inconsiderate for bringing this kind of drama around a patient."

"But—" Fiona started to protest.

"No buts," the physician snapped. "Personally, I don't think anyone would willingly put themselves through the torture of inventory work or cleaning without being forced, no matter how much of a people pleaser they are."

When the physician said this, she stared pointedly at Theo as if trying to get him to see the reality of things instead of being biased because of his friendship with Fiona.

Fiona opened her mouth to say something because of what the physician said but the physician cut her off. "Leave. Now. For the patient's well-being. You can all sort this out after she has recovered and is in the right state of mind and health to deal with all this."

One by one, everyone left the room, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Fiona shot me one last venomous look before turning on her heel and stalking out. Amara and Layla exchanged worried glances but said nothing as they followed Fiona out the door. Theo did not leave though. He stood there, his face still showing his confusion and disbelief. 

The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing. The physician moved closer to my bedside, her eyes softening with concern. "You need to rest," she said gently.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek, and I couldn't stop the flood that followed. The hurt was too much to contain. I felt stupid for ever thinking Theo would believe me over Fiona. I was an outsider, a stranger in their pack, and Fiona was his childhood best friend. Why would he believe me? The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt my chest tighten even more.

Theo’s voice, low and filled with uncertainty, broke through my thoughts. "Tiana, I—"

"Your Majesty," the physician interrupted, her tone firm yet respectful, "I think the patient needs rest."

Theo looked torn, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. I could see the confusion and guilt in his gaze, but it didn't matter anymore. I felt broken and abandoned by the one person I thought I had some sort of connection with. But then again, who was I kidding?

I was only being delusional because he showed me attention when all he probably wanted was to know the stranger he kept in his pack. I was also being delusional because Amara and Layla somehow made me feel as though I was the most important thing to Theo. 

How could I be so foolish? 

I locked eyes with him in that instant and my stomach did a flip. I wasn't exactly sure why. 

Theo seemed like he wanted to say something to the physician who asked him to leave, but then he hesitated, then nodded and turned to leave.

As the door closed behind him, the silence in the room felt suffocating. The physician adjusted my blankets and checked my vitals, her touch gentle and soothing. But no amount of physical care could mend the emotional wounds that had been inflicted. I lay there, my body trembling from the confrontation, my mind swirling with a storm of emotions.

I felt betrayed, humiliated, and utterly alone. Fiona’s words echoed in my mind, each accusation cutting deeper than the last. How could she twist everything so easily? And why did Theo believe her over me? The pain of his betrayal was the worst of all. I had trusted him, and he had sided with Fiona without a second thought.

The doctor's kind words didn't really help me feel better. I was too tired and upset. My body hurt from all the physical activity of yesterday, and my emotions were all over the place. I felt like I was drowning in my sadness.

As I lay there, I started to feel sleepy, but even sleep didn't bring me any peace. My dreams were filled with nightmares about what had happened earlier. I kept reliving the argument, and each time, I felt more broken.

I'm not sure how long I lay there, feeling hopeless. The doctor stayed with me, and her presence was a small comfort. I could hear people talking outside the room, but I didn't care what they were saying. All that mattered was the pain in my heart and the tears that wouldn't stop.

As time passed, I realized just how alone I was. I was an outsider, and no matter how hard I tried to fit in, there would always be people who didn't want me around. Fiona had shown me that. She had the upper hand because she was part of the pack, and I wasn't. 

In fact, she wasn't just a part of the pack— she was very important to the person who led the pack while I was a nobody. 

I felt a deep longing for my old life because there it had been easier to know my place. No one made me feel like I mattered and then broke me this way.