You're on your knees, trembling, the cold of the floor biting into your skin as much as the words echoing in your head. Tears stream freely, your breath caught somewhere between a sob and a scream. Everything around you blurs — not from the tears, but from the shattering of your reality.

Felix stands tall, his badge gleaming cruelly like a mocking sunburst. “You were always a killer,” he says, voice cold and cutting.

“I never loved you. This marriage? It was a setup from day one. A perfect trap to reel you in.”

His words slam into your chest harder than any bullet ever could. Six months of love — or what you thought was love — now feel like poison coursing through your veins. You shake your head slowly, refusing to believe the only person you ever gave your heart to could be this cruel. You want to scream, to deny, but your voice betrays you.

Felix tilts his head with a sneer.

“Cat got your tongue, Honey?”

He knows the truth — not just about your past, but that you could never hurt him. Not even now. Especially not now. And that makes the betrayal twist deeper than any blade ever could.