Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 265

With each cutting word, the color drained from my face until I  felt as pale as fresh snow. Though the hallway was dimly lit, the lights seemed blindingly harsh to my sensitive eyes.

The hatred and disgust on Alexander’s face was too much to bear. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him directly.

“Sarah, remember this-this is the last time I’ll tolerate your presence.

From now on, you’re on your own.”

“Get out!”

He released my wrist with such force that I nearly fell. Only my quick reflexes in grabbing the handrail saved me from tumbling down the stairs.

Being treated this way by the man I loved with every fiber of my being shattered something deep inside me. The pain was almost physical.

I wanted to cry-desperately needed the release of tears-but although my eyes burned with them, not a single drop fell.

It was as if my grief had dried up the well of my emotions, leaving nothing but a hollow ache.

I stood there, refusing to obey his command to leave.

My stubborn pride wouldn’t allow me to slink away without at least trying to reach him. “Alexander..” I called his name softly.

He stood above me, imposing and silent, his jawline tense with barely contained anger.

His patience was clearly wearing thin. He wouldn’t even look at me anymore.I pushed past my fear, my voice low and rough with emotion. “I want to ask you something.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he replied brutally.

I wouldn’t back down. “Even if you don’t want to hear it, I’m going to ask anyway.”

I clenched my fists at my sides, gathering every ounce of courage I possessed. “Alexander, did you ever have feelings for me?”

“Even just a little bit? Did you?”

I needed to know the answer more desperately than I needed air to breathe.

After each devastating blow, each cruel word that cut deeper than the Yast, after seeing the revulsion in his eyes when he looked at me, ! feared 1 might break completely.

That I might lose the will to keep fighting for what my soul knew was true-that we belonged together.

I needed just a spark of hope, the tiniest confirmation that somewhere in his heart, there had been something real between us.

With even that small ember, I could fan the flames of my determination. Like a moth to flame, I would risk everything just to feel that warmth again.

But he wouldn’t give me even that small mercy. Standing before him, I watched as his lips curled slightly, and heard his cold, emotionless answer: “No.”

It wasn’t sarcasm or some twisted game. When he spoke, his cruelty was absolute, his eyes deep and cold as a winter midnight. There wasn’t a trace of deception I could detect.Still, I couldn’t accept it. I stared at his face, searching for any hint of lie as I pressed, “Never? Not even a little bit, not even the smallest amount?”

“No. Never. Not even slightly.”.

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