Chapter 411

Tina Waters gripped onto a thorn-covered bush so tightly that the sharp spikes pierced her palms, leaving blood trickling down. But she didn’t seem to feel a thing. Her heart was a tangled mess of pain and hatred. All she could see was the image of those two hands clasped together—Prescott Ellington's and Camila Harrington's. That picture was burned into her mind, refusing to fade, like a wound that wouldn't heal, forcing her to endure agony she couldn’t escape. She never, not in her wildest dreams, thought Prescott would show up—let alone throw himself in front of a bullet to protect Camila. He did it so unhesitatingly, so completely selflessly, it felt like a cruel slap in the face. Everything she’d done over the years, it all seemed like some pathetic joke. Why? Why was this happening to her? What had she done wrong? What made her so much less worthy than Camila Harrington? She had loved Prescott Ellington for twelve years. Twelve long years of pure devotion, ready to sacrifice anyt