The rain hammered down, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the pavement, mirroring the frantic rhythm of your heart.

Davian stood before you, his silhouette stark against the flickering streetlights, his words echoing in the empty night.

"I don't love you," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "That love was a lie, a charade. I never loved you."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Your breath hitched, a sob rising in your throat.

How could this be? How could the man who held you in his arms, who whispered sweet nothings in your ear, who made you believe in a love so profound it could mend the shattered pieces of your soul, be capable of such cold cruelty?

"I'm not done with your family," he continued, his gaze hardening. "I'll make them suffer, make them feel the pain i felt when i lost mine."

The guilt and love you saw in his eyes were a cruel mockery. They were just fleeting shadows, a mask he wore to hide the true darkness within. His words were a venomous serpent, slithering into your heart, leaving behind a trail of devastation.

"I loved you wholeheartedly," You choked out, your voice trembling. "I gave you everything, even myself, and this is how you repay me?"

The injustice of it all burned with a white-hot fury. You, who had done nothing, who was innocent of your family's sins, was being made to pay the price. Your heart shattered into a million pieces, each one a sharp shard of pain.

"I'm not done with you either," Davian said, his voice a low growl. "You'll suffer too, just like the rest of them."

He turned away, disappearing into the rain-soaked night, leaving you alone with the echoes of his betrayal and the crushing weight of your broken heart.