It's not true... It's not true...
Each repetition throbbed like a heartbeat, yet the gritty reality pressed down on my chest, suffocating my disbelief. The man standing before me oozed sinister confidence; his smirk twisted my stomach, and the malice glinting in his eyes sent a bone-chilling fear quaking through me.
Was Ethan okay? Did this monster harm him?
That thought clenched my heart in a vice grip, squeezing out all hope. My heart lurched at the mere idea of harm befalling him. "What did you do? What did you do to my brother?" My voice quivered, edged with the rising fear that threatened to consume me. I clenched my fists tightly, fighting back the panic building within.
His smirk twisted into something darker, almost gleeful. "Oh, it's not about what I did but what your sweet little brother arranged for you. Aren't you excited for your wedding gift? He was so thrilled that you could say he literally sent you his heart."
