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 Thorne-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.

me as guilty-as

him.

one who should be sorry. I should never have agreed to marry you in the first

realizing I was about

what?" he pressed, his voice

I was

in my chest. I hadn't known about the other woman in his life. If I had, I never would have

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

formed between his brows, and he stepped closer to

while in the marriage, you did find out," Kane said, his voice sharp. "And yet, you never said

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

tight, his mood clearly souring, but I

care.

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

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

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me," he said suddenly, his voice low as

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

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

stunned by his

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