Third Person's POVCassian's eyelashes fluttered as tears spilled silently down his face.His voice was a jagged, broken rasp. "Trista... do you really have to tear me apart like this?""The only reason our child isn't in this world, Cassian, is because of you," she said, her voice hard and unwavering. "You owe me that life."Thinking of the baby who never got a chance to breathe, Trista broke down, her sobs echoing through the room."Unless I'm dead, Cassian, don't you ever expect a single drop of forgiveness from me. Not in this lifetime!"They were both crying now, the air in the room so heavy it felt like it was crushing them.The brief spark of heat from moments ago was gone, replaced by a cold, suffocating grief.Cassian reached out, his long fingers trembling as he cupped her face, gently wiping away the salt and the hurt."Don't cry," he choked out, trying to soothe her. "Just lie down. Get some rest. I'm going downstairs for a smoke."He laid her back gently and pulled the bl
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