Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

But no matter how hard she hit, the storm inside her did not ease.

“Why?!” she demanded, her voice breaking as her fists continued to fall.

She no longer cared where she was hitting–his chest, his shoulders, his arms. All she knew was the overwhelming need to release the chaos tearing through her.

Throughout it all, Ashton did not step back.

He did not block her. He did not restrain her. He did not even flinch. He simply stood there and endured.

Silent. Unmoving.

Like a man willing to bear every ounce of her anger.

To anyone watching, he would have looked like nothing more than a motionless target–an unyielding wall absorbing the fury of a woman who had finally reached her breaking point.

And still, he did nothing to stop her.

Not until her strength gave out.

Her fists slowed… weakened… then finally fell to her sides.

Cassie stood there, breath coming in uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as exhaustion replaced the surge of anger. Her fingers trembled from the force she had poured into every strike.

Her head slowly lowered. And then the tears came.

One drop fell. Then another. Then several more.

They streamed down her face like quiet rain, slipping from her chin without a sound. She did not sob. She did not make a single noise. If not for the steady flow of tears, no one would have known she was crying at all.

Silent. Broken.

“You’re the one who ruined me,” she whispered after a long moment, her voice trembling, fragile and hoarse.

Each word seemed to cost her something.

“And then…” She let out a shallow breath that shook on the way out.

“You have the audacity to talk about protecting me. About cherishing me. As if you’re making up for something you failed to do

six years ago.”

A bitter chuckle escaped her, hollow and empty.

“Funny, isn’t it?”

She lifted her head slowly to look at him. Her vision was blurred by tears that continued to gather and fall, her eyes red and glassy, filled with hurt that had long been buried.

“You played me all this time,” she said softly, the faintest trace of disbelief still lingering beneath the pain.

Another quiet, broken laugh slipped past her lips.

“And I was such a fool…” Her voice cracked. “I almost believed you.”

Her eyes closed tightly, as if she could no longer bear to see him.

“What game are you playing

She sniffed as she squeezed

“This isn’t funny… you kno

Unable to bear the sight of hi

The water lay calm and glassy, reflect

same quiet beauty that had once brought he

But today, it did nothing for her. The stillness outside

She felt too shattered to appreciate anything.

“What have I ever done to you to deserve this?” she asked softly, her vo

No answer came. The silence stretched.

Heavy. Suffocating.

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