로그인Ophelia’s POV:
Damon had gone completely silent.
I couldn't help but look up, my gaze drifting from the floor to his face. He wasn't looking at my eyes. He was staring down at my chest, his focus so intense it felt like he was trying to burn a hole through the fabric I was wearing.
I frowned, a cold prickle of unease sliding down my spine. I
Ophelia’s POV:The world had frozen.
— Four years ago —Ophelia’s POV:
Ilya’s POV:I watched as the blood drained from her expression. My heart skipped a beating, thudding painfully against my ribs. I had known this truth would be a heavy blow, but seeing the light of trust flicker and die in her eyes was almost more than I could stand.
Ophelia’s POV:I had signed the divorce papers.
Damon’s POV:“I’m not your property.”
Damon’s POV:Damn it. I knew I’d misspoken the moment the words left my mouth. But even as the regret flared, I couldn't reel it back in. The red mist of possessiveness was too much, the taste of my own jealousy too bitter to swallow.







