Ren turned away.
"Actually, it wouldn't have mattered."
The omega's words struck Zayden harder than any blade he had ever been stabbed by.
"You would have looked the other way regardless. Because you don't trust people who break your trust twice, right?" His voice cracked.
Ren's fingers tightened around the shirt Zayden had changed him into.
Freshly washed clothes.
They smelled like Zayden.
They were his.
"You wanted me to suffer."
Zayden stared at him. For a moment, he looked genuinely stunned, his jaw dropping.
"What?" His voice came out barely above a whisper. Then his brows furrowed further.
"You think I wanted this?" A tremor ran through his voice. "You think I wanted you to be hurt?"
The hurt in his eyes was impossible to hide.
"Of all people, Ren…" His jaw tightened, the veins in his throat twitching. "Of everyone in this world, you believe I would want to see you suffer? Really?…" The harshness vanished from his voice.
Only pain remained.
