Kiara’s sobs came in broken waves, each one tearing through her chest as though her very soul was unraveling. She believed he was gone. He had left her as though she meant nothing, discarded her as easily as one would cast away a broken thing.
The thought cut deeper than any blade, for it meant that everything she had clung to had been nothing but a lie.
Maybe Asher had never truly loved her. Maybe what she had mistaken for love was only possession, a dark obsession he disguised too well.
He was always a master at concealing what burned behind his eyes. To the world, to her, it had always seemed like there was something more, something unspoken. That illusion had kept her heart tethered even when reason told her to run. But now, as the truth unraveled before her, all that remained was
