Chapter 82

Daimon swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check. What had happened to her in those missing years? What had changed her so completely? He wanted to march in there and demand answers, but something held him back. Maybe it was fear—fear that the truth would hurt even more than the silence. Clenching his fists, he leaned against the wall, his mind swirling with questions. He couldn’t help but wonder what she had been through to become this version of herself—so different from the bright, spirited woman he had once known. Hearing footsteps approaching, Enlyan looked up from her magazine and saw Daimon standing at the doorway, his gaze locked on her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His eyes were soft and gentle, as if she were the most cherished woman in his life. But she couldn’t help but scoff inwardly, her lips curling into a faint, bitter smile. Cherished? In his eyes, the only woman who ever mattered was Katrina. So what did that make her—just a passing mem