Raellyn’s eyes widened, and concern instantly flooded her expression. She likely hadn’t imagined that the real story could be even more tragic than the rumors that had circulated after the incident.
“That’s a terrible story,” she murmured softly, her voice barely audible.
“The funny thing is,” Arnav went on, “while that man was lying there, wounded, spitting curses at me like I was some monster. I realized he truly believed I was some immoral bastard who had tortured Clarissa. That woman had deceived us both.”
He turned his eyes on Raellyn now, haunted, but unwavering.
“I confronted her afterward, and she admitted everything. She confessed that the entire thing, all her efforts, were just to see how I would react. She said she enjoyed watching men go crazy for her, loved the thrill of
