Blanche's POV
His words hit me like a slap.
Zain's grip loosened—just enough for air to flood back into my lungs.
I gasped desperately, feeling warmth return to my face as he pulled back, creating an ocean of cold space between us.
Under the harsh light, he looked like a stranger.
That magnetic pull I once felt toward him? Gone.
I coughed, shooting him a look that could kill.
"You just destroyed the one person who loved you more than life itself."
The hatred was familiar—for his neglect, his cruelty, his cheating, his selfishness, his arrogance.
But what hit me harder was regret.
I regretted falling for Zain. Regretted being willing to throw away everything for him.
He turned away, leaving me staring at his rigid back.
"Think I give a damn about your feelings?" Ice dripped from every word.
I laughed bitterly. "I know you don't."
Yeah, he never did. Not from day one.
The only person he ever cared about was Joanna.
