Chapter 71
Tears stream down his eyes as he grabs the mug on the reading table, and smash it against the wall, running his fingers through his hair afterward. How could he have fallen for her tricks? How could he have been so blinded by love that he mistook her manipulation for love? Why did he never notice this before now?
'We can't continue this, Vitya' her words echo in his head for the umpteenth time, and he slams his hand on the table as tears stream down the corner of his cheeks. How's he ever supposed to get over this heartbreak?
"I hate you, Zia. I hate you for doing this to me," He says repeatedly, punching the wall, ignoring the pain in his bruised hand. The pain in his hand is nothing compared to the one he's feeling in his heart.
"Do you really hate her? Are you sure you
