Twisting the Knife

Camille already knew that Tristan was aware of the truth.

But when he asked her like that, it felt like a sharp knife stabbing straight into her chest. Her heart, already shattered, ached so much that the pain drained all color from her face.

Her smile was as fragile as a flower caught in a storm, full of sorrow. "Tristan, how can you ask me that so calmly?

"How could you be so cruel, rubbing salt