If he had known things would spiral into this, he would never have handled the dissolution the way he did. He would have gone to see her in person immediately—sat across from her, looked into her eyes, and explained everything properly.
The moment he met her and realized she was the very female he had been searching for all along, the words would have died in his throat. He never would have brought up separation at all.
How could he have been so foolish?
Roanna "Rory" Smith.
Even her name carried a quiet, subtle appeal. He had been looking for it for so long, and it had slipped right through his fingers like the grains of sand.
She probably hated him now. No, she certainly hated him now. He couldn't even dare to dream of her forgiveness.
Regret weighed heavily on Sylas Ruan, pressing against his chest like an invisible hand. He stood rigid in his office, lost in thought, when the door suddenly burst open.
