Chapter 686

Isabella’s POV

I reached out to touch him, to hold him, to comfort him, my fingers trembling as I whispered, “Damien... please... don’t cry. I love you. I swear to you, I love you more than anything. Please... believe me.”

He stiffened, his body going rigid, his shoulders tensing as he looked up at me, his eyes cold, hard, his voice low, sharp, trembling.

“Don’t touch me,” he hissed, his voice dripping with anger, his eyes blazing with fury, his fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands of stained blood.”

I felt my heart stop, my blood turning cold, my body going numb as his words slammed into me, shattering me, tearing me apart.

His eyes burned with anger, his face twisted in pain, his voice trembling as he whispered, “I know what you did. I know everything. You killed her. You killed my real mother.”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move.

His words echoed in my head, over