ROOSEVELT’S POV

The night air was freezing, but I didn't feel the cold, I only felt the heavy, crushing pain in my chest.

I walked quickly down the dark street, every step away from the mansion felt like a knife cutting into my heart.

I stopped for a moment and looked back at the gates of the King estate. A hot tear slid down my cheek.

I loved him. God, I loved Zyran so much that it physically hurt to breathe. I loved the man who used to smile at me across the dinner table. I loved the man who bought our first cozy beach cabin. I loved how his...