Mark's POV
I stood face to face with Megan, her words slicing through me, each one a well-aimed jab at my vulnerable core.
Her pain and fury were palpable.
"You don't love me, and I get it, but I always thought time would heal things. I thought one day, you'd eventually fall for me," Megan confessed, her voice a whisper of despair and sorrow.
"I could've lived with your coldness. I'd raise our girl, make a home, and you'd love her, no doubt," she said, her words a testament to a stubborn hold on the past and a desperate hope for what could be.
But then, her tone turned razor-sharp, laced with venom. "But when I watched our girl slowly slip away, I felt nothing but hatred for you. You're so cruel. You'd rather dump all your love on that skank than share a smidgen with me and the kid. S
