I Read His Cruel Mind
Language: en
My world no longer needs that cold, distant sun. It’s too late now, Killian. Everything is just too late. During our three years of marriage, I was a tireless sunflower, always pivoting to face him—Killian, the ice-cold titan of the venture capital world. I spent every waking moment trying to catch a stray spark of warmth from a man who seemed made of permafrost. Until one late night, when I saw it for the first time. A line of translucent white text drifted across his forehead, scrolling from left to right like a live commentary on a streaming video. [Why is she still awake? God, she’s so…