Adora — the woman who made me fall in love with her.Again.The woman I let crawl back inside my soul, is dreaming of him. Of the man who helped destroy me. And she says his name like a prayer, like he’s the one she misses in her sleep.
A blackout rage takes over. Cold. Absolute. The kind that strips your soul bare and leaves nothing behind.
I was already on edge, already slipping. Still weighing how long I could delay her end. Still trying to keep the anger, thebitterness, the pain at a distance for just a little more time with her.
But not anymore.
That thread just snapped.
I feel my skin cracking, layers and layers of it peeling away, leaving me an open, empty shell. The monster that’s kept me alive all these years crawls back inside of me and takes the reins again. For the first time in almost a year.
It’s like I’m molting the last of the man she softened. And what’s left is the one who survived prison. The one she made.
He steps forward now.
He takes control.
And I let him.
From the outside, it’s like watching someone else. A stranger. A beast with my face.
She’s still a liar. A siren with fangs. And I was a goddamn idiot to fall for it twice.
Never again.
I was a fucking fool to back down last night. I was a bigger fool to give her so much time, to let myself feel anything for her. I’m never going to be her fool ever again.
My hands clench. My heart is gone — lying dead in a puddle of blood.
All I can think about is how many nights she lay in my arms, while dreaming of him.
How many times she saidmyname, while her soul was callinghis.
How much does it hurt her that he divorced her? That he never called again? That he left her behind, and never looked back?
My gaze bleeds over her form.
This was supposed to be her ending, but I made it soft. I gave her time.
My final plan was the shittiest of them all. I deluded myself into thinking she loved me. I thought I could see it, but all I saw was my own hope, reflected back at me, just like before. But I should’ve known better this time. She always clouded my judgment, because of my own stupidity.
Idiot.
It was always about pain. About giving her what she gave me.
It was about making her fall in love with me. Feel safe. Happy. And then laugh in her face while I ended her life. Make her feel the same level of pain I felt when the woman I loved betrayed me.
No matter. Her life belongs to me. And by the time I’m done, she won’t even be a memory. I’ll scrub the world clean of her existence while she rots in hell.
I rip the sheet from her body without a second thought. Grab her hips. Unzip. Position myself behind her.
She stirs, startled, barely awake.
“Dominic…?”
She tries to turn her head, but I press her back down with a hand on the nape of her neck. My other hand grabs her breast — just enough distraction.
I don’t want to see her face. I don’t want her to look at me, like all the other times.
