*Storm's POV*

The pan in my heart had reduced itself to a stinging numbness. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood before him, the man that I once loved, the one I now hate with passion. Hatred swirled inside me like a tempest, threatening to consume me entirely. My eyes locked onto his, and in that moment, I knew he could feel the heat of the atmosphere.

Memories of that day flooded my mind, the night he left me for dead. The pain, the betrayal, the agony of thinking I'd take my last breath alone and abandoned. But fate had other plans, and somehow, I survived. The scars,...