VIVIAN POV.
This wasn’t real.
It couldn’t be real.
A broken sob tore from my lips, my entire body trembling as I crumbled onto my knees. I pressed my hands against my face, shaking my head so hard my skull felt like it would crack open.
“I— I don’t—” My voice shattered between hiccupping breaths. “I don’t want this.”
The words clawed their way out, raw and desperate. “I was sure I wanted him dead. I hated him. I swore I would kill him myself if I ever got the chance!” My nails dug into my scalp as I squeezed my eyes shut, tears burning hot tracks down my face. “But not like this. Not like this!”
A shadow loomed over me, steady, unwavering. The masked man didn’t speak.
I lifted my head, my vision blurred with tears, my entire body wracked with sobs. “Why?” My voice was hoarse, bare
