His Unveiled Passion

The words were too cruel for Zachary to bear. Every time he thought about it, his heart hurt so much that he felt like he could die.

He couldn't bear to speak it into existence. It was at that moment that Zachary realized how deep his feelings for Tessa ran and how possessive he was over her.

In the last two decades, Zachary had never felt as hopeless as he did now. A tear rolled down his cheek. Zachary was so upset that he thought he would shatter at the slightest touch.

The winter draft carried a chilling cold that seeped deep into the bone. Zachary stood amidst the cold breeze, eyes filled with despair as he gazed at Tessa. He looked like he was going to be blown away by the wind in the next second.

Tessa tightened her jaw and steeled her expression. The anger in her eyes was clear to see. "Zachary, we broke up on amicable terms. It was the best thing I could have done for you. If you continue to harass me, don't blame me for not showing you any mercy."

Tears glistened in Zachary's eyes. The spot where he got punched by Stephen was beginning to bruise, the skin there turning an angry red.

"No," Zachary said hoarsely. "Tessy, it was my fault. I'm begging you. Please come back to me. I'm begging you. Tessy, please..."

Zachary had completely discarded his pride. He didn't need it anymore. His voice was pitched low as he begged Tessa while sobbing like a child.

could only sigh at the pitiful sight. She rubbed her temples, sounding exhausted as she said, "Zachary, what's the

that," Zachary choked out with bloodshot

glance at him before getting ready to close the door. Panic gripped Zachary. He reached his hand out to block the door, getting his hand stuck in

closed the door, she had used more strength than necessary.

for a moment before she

away, stopping him from jamming

QUMS

his eyes shut. The tears flowed freely from his

had turned out to be a frightening nightmare for Zachary. He

to be extinguished and long enough for the noises of the night to quiet down until only silence was

a walking corpse. He pressed a button and

a cold night.