He continued without mercy. “I never loved her. I pitied her.” His voice faltered briefly before turning sharp again. “Adrian died because of me. I was drunk. I hit his car. I killed him. His family gave me his heart out of sympathy, never knowing the truth. When you left me, I was shattered. So I used her. She was nothing more than a replacement. But now you’re back—and divorced—let’s finally get married.”
Helena gasped. “Dominic… yes. I would love to. I always regretted leaving you.”
My stomach churned violently. I pressed myself against the wall, barely holding myself upright.
Every truth he revealed ripped something out of me.
Dominic—the man I had loved for five years—was the reason Adrian was dead. All the nights I mourned, all the tears I shed, I never imagined the monster lay beside me. He had killed Adrian. Then he took his heart. Then he took my life, piece by piece.
The man who carried Adrian’s heart was the very one who destroyed him.
My breath came out in broken gasps. Grief tangled with rage until I couldn’t separate them anymore.
I staggered away blindly, desperate to escape. My gaze landed on a phone resting on a nearby desk. With shaking hands, I grabbed it.