Nothing is more painful than seeing your own child's grave. The full weight of that truth now crushed Evander. The father he had just discovered he was, shattered. Regret washed over him, but it was useless now. He wished he could turn back time and fix everything, to have taken Elena by force, even if it meant facing Victoria's cruelty. He would have married her and taken her far away to a foreign country, where they could have lived, just the two of them, with no one to interfere, and raised their children in peace.
But what had happened could not be changed. All he could do now was gather the broken pieces of his memories and try to build them anew.
Evander knelt before Layla's grave, placing a single rose on the soft earth. He touched the headstone, a wave of sorrow hitting him as he
