The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 169

Selena didn’t struggle in his arms. Her body was limp, drained of will. Only her eyes betrayed her — wide, glassy, leaking silent tears as if they could wash away the years of torment she’d endured.

She wasn’t broken. Not quite. But she had been chipped away, piece by piece, until only the shell of the woman she once was remained.

Five years. Five years of walking through life like a shadow. Living like a ghost in her own skin. Each insult, each whisper, each look of disgust from strangers — she took them all. And each time the darkness clawed at her throat, begging her to just give up, she only had to think of one thing. Or rather, one person.

Her daughter.

The only light in the endless night she had been trapped in.

Selena clenched her jaw.

And now here he was. The man who’d started it all. The man who had torn her life apart with one reckless, unforgivable act. The devil who had walked away, leaving her to face the hell alone.

Jaden Rift.

She wanted to scream. To hit him. To curse the heavens for this cruel twist of fate. But there was no strength left. Only silence and tears that kept falling, as if her soul was bleeding.

Jaden looked down at her, eyes filled with something she never thought she’d see in him—remorse. His hands tightened slightly around her, then slowly, deliberately, he set her down, letting her stand.

She wobbled at first, like her legs didn’t quite remember how to hold her weight. But she stood. Because no matter how much life had tried to knock her down, Selena always stood.

“I know I have no right to ask this,” Jaden said, his voice low, husky, like it was scraping up from the pit of his chest. “But please… let me make it up to you. To you and… our daughter.”

That word. Our.

It was like someone reached into her chest and twisted.

Selena's head jerked toward him, disbelief painted across her face. Her lips trembled.

“You… know?” she whispered, her voice like a broken thing.

“I know everything now,” he said, taking a cautious step closer. “Her name is Mia, isn’t it?”

Selena’s breath caught in her throat.

“Mia,” he said the name again like it meant something sacred. “She looks just like you, but… she has my eyes.”

She wanted to deny it. Wanted to slap him. Scream at him. But she couldn’t. Because in that moment, in the rawness of his voice and the weight of his words, she saw the truth.

He knew.

“I searched for you for five years,” he went on. “Every city, every corner, every dead end. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t breathe. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face. The night I—” He stopped. Swallowed. “The night I failed you.”

“You destroyed me,” Selena said, her voice cracking like glass under strain. “You took my innocence. My dignity. My future.”

“I know.” His voice was ragged. “And I’ll carry that guilt to the grave. But I’m not here to justify what I did. I’m here to make things right — if you’ll let me.”

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