She subtly tightened her grip on the man's clothes, her brows unintentionally furrowing as she bit her lower lip without speaking.
It was a thorn in her heart.
Even though she might love him now, she had no way to forgive his past actions. So many years had gone by, too much had happened between them, and she rarely reminiscenced about that night eight years ago, which had once been her most painful nightmare. But when she decided to forgive Rufus Swallow, she had also freed herself from that nightmare.
After all, even if she were to blame, she couldn't blame Rufus Swallow completely, the person who had agreed was Trenton Smith, the one who had pushed her away was Trenton Smith. If the hurt Rufus Swallow had caused could be seen as a scar, then to her, Rufus was merely the knife that inflicted the wound, while the hand holding the blade from behind was Trenton Smith.
