Ethan’s expression twisted in agony.
He dropped to his knees. Just like the day he proposed, his entire body tensed with anxiety.
“You’ve got it all wrong. Chiara was the substitute,” he explained. “I love you. I love you so much that I’ve lost my mind. I wanted to chain you to me and break your limbs so you couldn’t leave me. But I couldn’t bear to see you in pain or tears, so I locked Chiara
away and tortured her in your place. Everything I said to her was meant for you.”
His explanation didn’t make any of this right. If anything, his desperate form only filled me with deeper dread.
