|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV||

' I don't love him '

' Ryan was a miracle '

' I am going to get married soon! '

Her words kept reverberating inside my brain again and again until I felt sick inside. Maybe not physically but mentally, I was having war against strange emotions. I was nothing but an accident to her. She said them so confidently in front of those judges that it made me doubt herself. All the kisses we shared, didn't it mean anything to her?

The sound of my punches kept rising with the burning rage inside me. I was using this man's face as a punching...