CHAPTER TWENTY

RICARDO

Regret.

I had felt it in my core, my veins, my heart, my bones, through every inch of me. Through the entirety of my being, regret had become paramount.

Was it the way her pained eyes bored into mine?

Was it the exhaustion and physical pain that had been evident with the way she spoke, walked, or even smiled?

Was it the way she held onto me tight, silently pleading that I got her out of this mess?

I was ripped apart by all of it.

It was my fault, my fault for holding a grudge where there was none.

Up until this moment, I couldn’t tell for sure what had prompted my desire to hurt the woman whom I was supposedly attracted to.

I had thoroughly pondered on this matter, I thought about it, until I realized. My actions had been as a result of my fucked up mind. All of this sprouted from my need to dominate Ginevra Rodriguez, to own her, to have her surrender to me without realizing it.

All of this was an act of manipulation. If she felt weak, if she sensed that I was her s