Chapter 68 You Can't Escape Me

• Hasan’s POV
• I half debated making a u turn downstairs just to see her sob. That dark, ugly part of me was hungry for it, almost eager to watch her crumble again. But I pushed it down because I knew myself too well. One glimpse of her crying and I might hesitate. I might loosen my grip. I might remember a different version of her, a version who whispered my name like it meant something. And I refused to let that part of me rise now.
• Why the hell did I still give a damn about how she felt. She had turned her back on me without a flicker of doubt. She watched the cops slap cuffs on me and still didn’t open her mouth to speak the truth. She walked away once, so why should I hesitate to make her suffer now.