Chapter 35

Charles begged me to love him. In the past, I would have done anything for that moment. But now, it felt pointless. I couldn't do it, so I stayed silent and watched him fall apart. Seeing me like this, he raged on and on, repeating the same line, "Shay, you stole my heart, then threw it away like trash! How could you do this to me? You can't do this to me…" I refused to acknowledge his breakdown, figuring he would calm down eventually. When he realized I wouldn't respond, his wild outburst shifted. He suddenly stopped, letting out a bitter laugh. "Shayla, you will love me." Then, he stood up and spoke to the bodyguard, "Come here. Destroy Carl's headstone. Dig up his body!" I froze for a second. When I realized what he meant, I stumbled upright before they could obey. "Charles Bowman, what are you doing?" Under the falling snow, he uttered calmly, "Shay, I don't like it when you call me by my full name." I picked up on his hint and changed how I addressed him, "Please don't d