Rachel Foster's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she stared at Kingsly Scott. To her astonishment, his face was adorned with a radiant smile.
"Revenge for the destruction of my family is a hatred that cannot be shared," he said, gently patting her face. "Baby, you might forget, but I can't. You can never imagine how wonderful life was for someone who grew up in a prosperous family, cherished by their parents, dreaming of becoming an artist. But in an instant, everything was lost..."
As he spoke, Rachel's mind was flooded with images of a young Kingsly, surrounded by the warmth of his family, his eyes filled with dreams of a future filled with art. She could almost feel the cold hospital bed where he woke up, the despair that threatened to consume him. The revelation of his family's downfall and the betrayal by the woman he loved was a story of loss and vengeance that had driven him for a decade.
