I stiffened. My heart immediately began to race. All the bitterness I had harbored inside rose to the surface. It bubbled inside in raging waves.

He walked in slowly, like a man inspecting his prey. His face carried no concern. No sympathy. Only twisted amusement. And he shamelessly did not even care to fake anything.

“You look awful,” Vincent said with a cruel little smile. “I never knew karma could humble someone like this.”

Karma? If anybody needed a face-slapping karma, wasn’t that him and his wicked fiancée? They were the reason I was lying on that bed. The fucking reason I was writhing in pain.

But, in all my...