Angel’s POV

I cried myself to sleep and woke up aimlessly and found myself locked in the shower for hours ruminating, crying, hurting miserably for a love that broke me in different dimensions. Is this what love means? He gave up on our love as soon as possible. His love was a lie, a pure fabricated mirage.

Giving my body, soul and loyalty wasn’t enough. I was never good enough for any of these men, they took my esteem each a piece of my fragmented soul and trashed them till it broke over and over again to fit their egos. Salvatore baited me well, made me believe he did love...