Chapter 15

"What did you just say?" Anna demanded, her voice spiking an octave higher. Her already pale face turned ghostly white, and her eyes locked onto the blood seeping from Cryil's knuckles as she gasped for breath. "Have you fallen for Trisha? Have you?" she shrieked. Cyril was silent for a moment, emotions churning in his eyes. Then finally, he gave a quiet, steady answer. "Yes." Anna staggered back as if struck by lightning, and tears instantly streamed down her face. "Then what about me? What am I to you? You swore you loved me—you even exchanged rings with me! You promised to ditch the wedding! You said you didn't love her! How could you do this to me?" "That was just to calm you down," Cyril said hoarsely, the pain in his split knuckles sharpening his clarity. "You kept threatening suicide—I couldn't just watch you die. And the ring? You forced it on me. I never once thought of backing out of the wedding. The one I've always loved is—" "You're lying!" Anna shrieked, cutting hi