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.

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

myself, realizing I was about

pressed, his voice carrying

shook my head and looked away. "Nothing. I was young, and I made mistakes. That's

known about the other woman in his life. If I had, I never would have entertained the idea of marrying him. I

in love with someone else," I said, my voice quieter now. "If you had,

formed between his brows, and he stepped closer

did find out," Kane said, his voice

eyebrows, confused by his words.

was tight, his mood clearly souring, but I

care.

truth was simple: I hated this man. I hated him from the very

caused me over the years had seeped into my soul. It was permanent, etched into me like a scar. Nothing could erase it—not in this lifetime. #)

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suddenly, his voice low

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

to put some distance between us, but Kane was faster. His hand wrapped around my

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