28. Let Him Die

Rima’s POV

I wished with every fiber of my being that Tony had never contacted me about this. His call had unintentionally opened a wound, causing me a wealth of pain and remorse. His question had forced me to utter a sentence that felt like a death sentence, making me feel as though I'd just ordered a man's death.

Yes, that man deserved to feel pain, as much pain as he had inflicted on me. He deserved to endure what he had so thoughtlessly dished out. He deserved to suffer for every heartache, every moment of pain, every loss, and every betrayal he had caused me. But despite all of that, I didn't want to have any part in his suffering. I didn't want to be responsible for it, not even in the slightest.

The cruel irony was that I was dying inside over my part in his impending death. He had turned me into someone I didn't recognize, someone who could say words I never thought I'd utter.

"Treko ymut" I had said. (Let him die)

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