Jane

My so-called mate had not just rejected me. He had destroyed my soul in front of everyone, then turned his cruelty on my mother like she was nothing more than something to hurt while he destroyed me. The memory of his hatred seared through me, leaving me feeling empty and shattered.

Why did it have to be him at the ceremony? The question hurt me as I sat in the ruins of my dreams. Anger and pain fought inside my chest.

How could someone who was supposed to complete me choose to destroy ...