Chapter 91 Between The Veils (2)

• Dane's hands trembled as they clenched into fists by his sides, his knuckles turning white from the pressure of his emotions. "She deserves every ounce of pain I caused me," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with bitterness.
• The room seemed to constrict around him, suffocating him with memories of their past together. With a sudden surge of anger, Dane swept aside a vase on the bedside table, shattering it into countless shards that mirrored the broken pieces of his own shattered heart.
• "I love her more than life itself," he whispered hoarsely, his words echoing off the walls like a haunting lament. But deep down, he knew that his version of love was twisted, poisoned by possessiveness and obsession.