Elena's POV
The sharp jawline I once traced with adoring fingers. The smile that had once disarmed me, that I had once foolishly trusted. Now twisted into something darker, crueler.
"Hello, Elena," he drawled, his voice low, mocking, dripping with venom.
My blood ran cold.
"Dante…" The name left my lips in a broken whisper.
My ex.
The man I had spent months trying to erase from my life. The man who had charmed me with sweet words and gentle touches, only to reveal the ugliness that hid beneath. The man who had left scars I still carried, even now.
And here he was.
Alive. Smirking. Standing over me like the nightmare I thought I'd escaped.
