Prologue

Wed, 03 Sep 2025 12:56:20 +0000

He didn’t yell.Didn’t throw a glass. Didn’t say something cruel enough to blame later. Zayden Morozov just stood there — cold, unreadable, dressed in all black — and shattered me with five words. “This… whatever this is. It’s done.”. And just like that, the man who once kissed me like I was oxygen, was now choking me with silence. I laughed. Not because it was funny. But because if I didn’t laugh, I’d start crying, and I’d probably never stop.