RAINE’S POV
I had barely slept, and crying myself to sleep was making my head bang.
My eyes stung from the weight of everything I’d learned recently. From Zayne’s bruised face on the video call I just ended, to the bombshell he dropped. His mom wanted to marry Cyril. And Cyril… he’d said nothing. Not a freaking word.
I kept thinking about all the things I didn’t know. About Cyril. About Diane. About everything that had been moving under the surface while I floated around like some clueless i***t, thinking great s*x meant we were lovers.
The worst part? Knowing Cyril had been hurt in a way that I never would have imagined made my chest ache. I didn’t need the full story. Zayne had told me enough.
Cyril had been r***d. He also had proof, which was Zayne. Still, after all these years, he
