Chapter 8

Damon was like a madman.

He snatched a wine bottle from the side and smashed it against the wall, sending shards of glass scattering across the floor.

Gripping the sharpest shard, he pressed it against Lydia's neck, his eyes bloodshot with a frenzied madness.

"Lydia, you claim to love me, yet you set this trap to force me to push away the person I love most, little by little."

"What right do you have to live?"

Lydia had never seen this side of Damon. She was so terrified she wanted to scream, but before any sound could escape her throat, Damon slammed her against the wall.

The glass sliced across her face, and her aborted scream instantly turned into a bloodcurdling shriek...

"Lydia, now you can experience what it feels like to be judged by everyone, a feeling worse than death."

When I woke up again.

The first thing I saw was a stark white ceiling.

The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air, and I could hear the faint sound of medicine dripping from the IV bag.