The Deceit of a Devil

And now she loathed me just as much. It didn’t matter that I betrayed her to save her.

Completely devastated and infuriated by my dishonesty, she had no intentions of ever trusting me again. Her trust was shattered, her hate raging on with each second. She would never look at me the same again.

Our past was full of pain and lies that could never be forgotten.

I knew what I did was irreparable, but I refused to let her walk away without another chance. I should have left things in the past.

I didn’t. I couldn’t. I won’t. I needed her. Even if it cost me everything.