For three years, he'd said those words countless times in his dreams.
And every time he woke, his face would be stained with tears.
In his dreams, she was just as she was now—cold, merciless, with not a shred of love left for him.
He truly knew he had been wrong!
The shock of her "death" had been too great. It made him realize in an instant just how important she had been to him.
He also came to deeply understand just how outrageously wrong he had been.
And so, for these past three years, his heart had been tormented by regret day and night. He hadn't given himself a single day of peace.
Holly Sinclair remained unmoved.
'He knows he was wrong?'
'But what good does that do now?'
Things had changed, people were different. There was no going back for them.
His repentance was a joke to her.
Seeing Holly's calm demeanor, Tristan Sterling grew even more frantic inside.
"I haven't let a single person who hurt you get away!" he said urgently, the corners of his eyes turning red.
