Angela’s POV
My words stopped him mid-step.
He paused for a moment before slowly turning around. Every step he took toward me made my heartbeat pound harder in my chest.
Now he stood right in front of me. His gaze cut straight through me—cold, sharp, completely merciless.
“What you’re feeling right now…” his voice was low and heavy, every word landing like a blow, “This is just the beginning. I lived with that same feeling for ten years. You destroyed my life. And you’re also the reason I’m still standing here today.”
I couldn’t move. My body felt locked in place under the weight of his stare. He leaned down slightly, closing the distance until our faces were only inches apart.
“Don’t talk to me about sanity,” he said more quietly, his tone colder than before. “I’ve only just begun,
