If he could, he never wanted to hurt her, but letting her remain hopeful would only cause her greater pain in the future!
Therefore, he preferred her to experience the pain now. A drawn-out pain would be more unbearable, and he believed that one day she would forget, forget about the man who had betrayed her, the unfaithful man...
She would forget, she certainly would forget, and this was the very purpose of his meticulously contrived scheme!
"Tara..." Liam Yancey leaned back on the couch, his hoarse voice full of heartache, unforgettably clear in the darkness.
Freya Locke held her breath, her face draining of color. Liam Yancey, how much did he truly love that woman? The man she saw now was far from the Liam Yancey she used to know!
His display of agony and sorrow was arresting and shocking, yet it filled her with envy for the woman called Tara Summer. Tara, who was the object of Liam Yancey's affections... she held his heart...
