As the clothes were torn apart, several fresh knife wounds were revealed on Khary’s strong body. Each one was deep, making anyone’s scalp tingle.

“Mr. Cunningham, I am a sinner!” Khary knew he was not innocent. Those wounds were nothing compared to the guilt he felt for intentionally letting Eliana go. Being beaten actually eased his troubled heart a little.

“No one is a sinner, except for Eliana.” Maeve gasped, his breath catching in his throat.

“What did you say? Maeve, what did you say?” Dylan’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Maeve by the collar.

“Dylan, calm down. Eliana didn’t love you at all. She only loved her the...