24
Yulia
I don’t give a f**k about his guilt or innocence. It’s out of my hands. If you weren’t such a hot lay…
Lucas’s words echo in my mind, replaying on a sickening loop over and over again. He had been so cold, so cruel. It was as if the last two weeks had never happened, as if our time together meant nothing to him.
My heart feels sliced into ribbons, the pain so vast it smothers me. I take in shallow breaths, trying to cope with the agony, but it just seems to grow and expand, sinking deeper into my chest.
I failed. I failed my brother. Everything I’ve done from the moment Obenko approached me at the orphanage has been for Misha, and now it will all be for nothing.
The man on whom I pinned my last hopes is a merciless monster, and I’m a gullible fool.
Don’t humiliate yourself.
