Gritting my teeth against the storm of hatred inside me, I stalked toward Zane with each step heavy and full of barely restrained fury.
"Even if you dropped dead right now, I would not shed a single tear," I said, my voice cold and sharp as a blade. "You are living a waking nightmare, and you damn well deserve it. You should rot in agony for the rest of your miserable life and pay for every rotten thing you have done."
The moment the words left my lips, Zane's hands flew to his face, and he began hammering his own cheeks in a wild, self-destructive frenzy. Every slap landed with a sob, and his voice cracked under the weight of guilt while tears flooded down like a broken dam.
"Serena, I am already in hell," he gasped, raw and broken. "Every time I blink, I see her, our daughter. She i
