He had put the cart before the horse and had been walking down the wrong path for far, far too long.
Whether it was keeping his distance from Liliana in public to protect her from his enemies, or taking care of Isabella out of some twisted sense of gratitude to her parents for giving him a life where he could meet Liliana.
His mind had been filled with so many things, yet he had forgotten the most fundamental truth.
Everything he thought he was doing for Liliana’s own good...
What was the point if it was all built on a foundation of hurting her?
It was wrong.
He had been so profoundly wrong, and ending up here, like this, was no one’s fault but his own.
Linton closed his eyes in despair, his damp lashes trembling.
Suddenly.
From the other side of the window, Liliana’s cool, distant voice cut through the air.
“Then what about letting your friends mock me whenever they pleased?”
Linton’s eyes shot open.
A flicker of hope ignited in the depths of his dark pupils. His voice was a raw, humbled whisper.
“Liliana, so many people got close to me for their own gain. I never considered them my friends. In all these years, the only real friend I’ve ever had is Matthew.”
He had been walking on eggshells for years.
Ever since Damian dragged him into that dark world at twelve, he’d been surrounded by people with ulterior motives.
The first time a so-called “friend” betrayed him, he was in middle school. He was kidnapped.
Linton never dared to tell Liliana, and everyone around them kept it from her.
He barely escaped with his life. To comfort the little girl who couldn’t stop crying, he simply told her he’d been away on a trip.
Liliana had no idea.
Her world was innocent and clean, and it deserved to remain untainted by such filthy darkness.



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