"…" Collins Aiden's body stiffened as he endured her fury. His cold eyes misted with a pain that couldn't dissipate.
He wanted to speak to explain, but in the face of absolute harm, his explanations seemed pale and powerless.
He didn't even dare to say he loved her anymore. His love, now in her eyes, was probably just a desecration, a profanation of love itself.
She hated him.
In her gaze when she watched him, there was only hate left.
The very thing he feared most had still come to pass.
Collins clenched his fists tightly, holding back the urge to touch her. A layer of moisture formed in his cold dark eyes, and a tear fell, landing on her cheek.
Mingling with her own tears…
"I'm sorry." He knew how useless these three words were, but they were all he had left to say to her now.
Watching Ella Jackson collapse crying in front of him, he felt an unbearable heartache, yet he could do nothing.
Even his presence only intensified her pain.
