Verret's Pov

I should've been laughing.

In fact, I was.

A low, hollow laugh that echoed into the night as if the world itself was mocking me. The scene had unfolded just as I expected, chaos, heartbreak, and betrayal - and yet, the sound that left my lips wasn't satisfactory. It was something darker.

Something like pain.

I stood by the open door, watching Delilah - as she ran out into the cold night, her white dress dragging through the grass, her hair wild from tears and wind. She stopped beneath a tree just a few yards away, clutching herself like the night air could somehow hold her together.

She...