Kate cradled a small box as she filed the death certificate.
The moment Damian saw the video, his eyes bulged in shock. That box—it was identical to the one she'd brought back!
The memory of Eva's dog lapping up the grayish powder inside sent him retching violently. That day, Kate had returned with her heart shattered beyond repair.
Yet he'd ordered her beaten, caged her like an animal, even carved up her face! But he'd told himself it didn't matter—he loved her soul, not her skin.
Those knife scars weren't deep anyway. They'd heal. He'd only wanted to repay Eva, nothing more...
But he'd forgotten Kate had never owed her a damn thing. Not once.
Regret clawed at his chest. He buried his face in his hands, sobbing violently, tears gushing through his fingers.
His assistant's call slic
