Every single word he had uttered echoed relentlessly in her mind, refusing to fade no matter how desperately she wished to silence them.
Angel's thoughts were a whirlwind of torment, weighed down by a crushing sense of guilt.
But it wasn't just guilt—it was something far worse. A suffocating numbness spread through her, wrapping around her like an iron chain, making it hard to breathe.
She despised herself for falling for the wrong man, for allowing her heart to be deceived. But really, what choice had she ever had?
She had known—deep down, she had known—that going back to Tryson was a mistake.
Every warning she had ignored, every concerned voice she had shut out, now played back in her head like a cruel reminder of her own recklessness.
She should have listened. She should have walked away. But she hadn't. And now, she was paying the price.
