Jimmy POV
The room is dark, silent, and cold—but the coldness inside me is heavier than the air around me. I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling, tears slipping down and soaking my pillow.
"Why, Dane… or Damien?" I whisper into the emptiness. "Why did you lie to me?"
For years, I thought we were the same. Two lonely souls with no family, no one but each other. But the boy I knew—Dane—was just a mask, a fake identity he created. My chest aches as the truth sinks deeper.
I close my eyes, but tears only fall harder. I cry because I love him. I love him so much. But the person I love feels like a stranger now. Why did he do this to me?
"Damien Hale…" I whisper his real name bitterly.
He has a family, wealth, everything anyone could dream of. Then why did he tell me he was an orphan? Why did he work in a club, live in that tiny apartment, and act like he had nothing?