Chapter 115

Marco scoffed and the sound was harsh and disbelieving. His eyes flashed with rage as he took a step toward her, refusing to let her pain drown out his fury.

“Do you think you’re the only one who suffered because of this so-called love?” he snarled. “You killed Faith! And she was the woman I loved!”

Grace flinched as though struck.

“She was not wild, or rowdy, or loud—unlike you!” he continued, the words spilling out, unfiltered and cruel. “Faith was well-behaved! Graceful! She didn’t go around making scenes or testing people’s patience. She knew her place!”

He then stepped closer, his voice a low growl. “You’re not a woman as she was. That’s why I loved her over you.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, silence swallowed everything. A cold, suffocating stillness settled between them. Even Marco’s breath hitched faintly—startled by the cruelty of what he had just said. He hadn’t meant it to come out like that. Not like a knife.

But it was too l