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.

who should be sorry. I should never have agreed to marry

I was about to

his voice

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

chest. I hadn't known about the other woman in his life. If I had, I

quieter now. "If you had, I would never have gotten in your way.

between his brows, and he stepped closer

the marriage, you did find out," Kane said,

eyebrows, confused by his words. "What's the point of bringing that

didn't reply immediately. His face was tight, his mood

care.

I hated him from the very bottom of my heart. And no matter what happened,

me over the years had seeped into my soul. It was permanent, etched into me like

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you loved me," he said suddenly, his voice low as his

breath caught in my throat. His words struck a nerve I didn't want touched. I

Kane was faster. His hand wrapped

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