Kylian’s POV
When Della saw Stella and I holding hands together and ran away, I knew that there was another huge misunderstanding between us.
And it all started when Stella came back from Lock Heart Pack.
Earlier this day, I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my clothes. I had on a white fitted shirt under my midnight blue suit coat, making it look more like a smart casual.
This time, I had to be on long sleeves, so I could hide those scratches and wounds on my arms, chest, and back from everyone’s view.
Though I looked the same, and my face seemed unscarred, it was far different from the reality. I let out a small bitter laugh while I looked at myself from the mirror.
Since the day that my father came to my office about my divorce with Della, which I highly rejected from doing, he had kept torturing and punishing me every now and then. He was determined to “teach me a lesson” until I subdue him and do as he said.