Chapter 135

Della’s POV

The pain that was radiating in my heart was incomparable to anything that I ever experienced before. It’s as though a million knives were struck into my heart and it’s slowly being torn apart. The agony was murderous.

If I could yank my heart out just to relieve it, I would.

My shoulders trembled heavily as tears kept streaming down my face as heavy as the storm outside.

I didn’t know how… but I felt so powerless that I wasn’t aware how I was able to reach the corner of the room and huddled lifelessly against the wall until Diana came inside and gasped loudly out of shock.

“Ms. Della! I… How… I mean…” Filled with immense panic, Diana, who always seemed to know what to say, let out a series of incoherent words.

Her quick footsteps echoed on the creaking wood of the house as she ran toward the bed and grabbed the blanket.

Hurriedly, she wrapped it around my shoulder and pulled it closer, trying to provide me with warmth.

“It hurts…” I whispered.