Allison's POV
I stared at the screen, watching my mate choose another woman over me. A bitter smile twisted my lips. The pain was there—sharp and piercing—but somehow not as devastating as I'd expected. Perhaps because deep down, I'd always known this would be his choice.
The tension that had held my body rigid suddenly released, leaving me hollow. How pathetic I'd been, considering using Lily as leverage to sway his decision. Had my hands not been bound, I might have slapped myself for such desperation.
The same knife, the same wound, twice over. The scar had almost healed, but now it was torn open again, the blade digging deeper into fresh flesh.
I closed my eyes, too exhausted even for hatred.
Yannis laughed scornfully, clearly pleased that events had unfolded exactly a
