w***e.
He’d called her a w***e.
His cruel words sliced through his mind, a jagged cut making him bleed all over again, a vicious reminder of the unforgivable things he’d said to her. All in an effort to convince his f*****g enemies she meant nothing to him.
But the truth of the matter was she was his goddamn world. And, he couldn’t find her!
He couldn’t blame her. He’d devastated her. Had ripped her to shreds until she was bleeding from the verbal wounds he’d inflicted. And Jesus, his physical treatment of her made him sick to his stomach. No, the only person at fault was himself.
Simon had remained silent, his features carved in stone, but his eyes were a dead giveaway in a man who usually gave away nothing at all.
“She didn’t deserve this. Whatever you did to her, she didn’t deserv
