Lucian’s POV

“Does that change the fact that you chose your mistress over me every single time? Does it erase the humiliation? The nights I spent alone wondering why I wasn't enough?”

The question kept ringing in my head, louder and louder, like a funeral bell that wouldn't stop tolling as I ran through the woods, my legs pumping like pistons. I had no idea where I was. I didn't even know how much distance I had covered in the last few minutes. I just kept running, as if I could outpace the memory of her voice. As if I could run away from myself.

But there was so little...