Sudden twisting pain lances through my chest, hurting so badly that for a second, I think I’ve actually been shot, or stabbed, and that somehow I missed it. But it’s no weapon or bullet. Just his words, eviscerating me and carving my heart from my chest. Seeing the man I’ve fallen in love with—twice—looking me right in the eye and telling me in the plainest terms possible that he hates me.
