Chapter 43

ATHENA BECKER.

“What was wrong with him? Why compassion for someone who killed his lover? And why was seeing him close to me infuriating me?” I muttered under my breath.

It was reviving old memories and increasing my pain.

I hate it when he comes close to me.

I hate it when he touches me.

I hate all of it because I knew it was fake and the gentleness of his touch forced me to think about things I knew were a deception.

‘Stop it, Athena, don’t be fooled by his affectation and fake display of compassion. All of it is a lie.’ I mentally scolded myself.

I must leave as quickly as possible before I get swayed. With a deep breath, I was hoping to shift my mind from his thoughts to somewhere else.

But t o amplify my condition, he came.

“Dinner.” His piercing cold tone came, placing the tray of my everyday food on the mattress.

It had been a month and I was eating the same food constantly to the point I was getting sick of it. My lips curled downward.

But then I thought of using th