If Rachel could open Kingsly's heart to look inside at that moment, she would see that it was also a scene of devastation.
He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then gently wiped away the tears that lingered at the corner of her eyes.
Even in her sleep, she continued to cry.
Her heart must be filled with sorrow and bitterness now, but... what could he do?
He wasn't selfish. At this moment, if Rachel's heart could find peace, if she could be safe, and if she could live a better life than she does now, he would let go without hesitation, never disturbing her again, and return her to a peaceful and comfortable life.
But things had already reached this point. The hurt could never be erased, and the mistakes could never be undone. They had no choice but to keep moving forward.
Lowering his head, Kingsly gently kissed Rachel's smooth forehead.
He sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her until long after, then he went into the bathroom.
