Zara’s POV

“Why do you do this to me, Jax?” I screamed into my pillow, my voice muffled by the fabric as tears streamed down my face. “Why do you hate me so much?”

My cries tore through the silence of my room as my emotions consumed me, wave after wave crashing until I could barely breathe.

My heart belonged to him long before I even understood what love meant. And over the years, I had poured every ounce of my being into seeking his attention. His approval. His ...