Chapter 187

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I was stunned. My head turned slowly toward him, my eyes searching his face for any hint of sincerity.

Kane Thome-the man who never apologized, not even to his own parents-had just said, "I'm sorry." It was shocking, to say the least.

But I couldn't help wondering: 'What was he sorry for?'

"For what?" I asked, my voice guarded.

His expression remained calm, unreadable. It was as if he was trying to keep his emotions locked away, hidden from view.

"For misunderstanding you," he replied simply.

I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. His words didn't touch me the way they might have years ago. Too much had happened.

"Kane," I said quietly, "how many things can you even be sorry for? Can you give me back the eight years of my life that you stole?"

He stayed silent.

I couldn't tell if he still saw me as guilty-as the criminal who had somehow ruined his life by marrying

him.

back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "Actually, I'm the one who should be sorry. I should never have agreed

myself, realizing I was about to

his voice carrying a hint

head and looked away. "Nothing. I was young, and I made

guilt twisted in my chest. I hadn't known about the other woman in his life. If I had, I never would have entertained the idea of marrying him. I never would

tell me you were in love with someone else," I said, my voice quieter now. "If you had, I would never have gotten in your way. I would never have ruined your

formed between his brows, and he stepped

while in the marriage, you did find out," Kane said, his voice sharp. "And

words.

his mood

care.

this man. I hated him from the very bottom of my

years had seeped into my soul. It was permanent, etched into me like a scar.

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suddenly,

nerve I didn't want touched. I looked away quickly, trying to compose

between us, but Kane

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