Henry’s POV
Hearing her cries echo from the room made me feel nauseous. I couldn’t bear hearing her suffer over something I stupidly said. It was a way to protect her. Letting her go so that she could be with someone better was an act of mercy on my part. I was doing her a service, even if she didn’t realize that yet. One day, when she becomes mates with someone worth a damn, she might even learn to thank me for my sacrifice.
She shouldn’t cry over it.
Not now. Not ever. Crying over a man like me, and starving herself was pointless.
Niylah had been in that room for four, going on five, hours now, and the sound of her sobs still echoed through the halls. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed a way to cope with the pain of hearing her cry out in agony, but, thanks to Alex, I didn't have a
