Hiding His Alpha Twins novel Chapter 27

Lochlan’s POV

Locked away in this suffocating darkness, I sit alone, my heart heavy with a pain I never thought possible. It has been endless days, weeks, or has it been months? Time seems to blend into one continuous stream of agony, echoing the emptiness within me. Everything has changed, and I can barely comprehend the reality of it all.

I can't help but replay every memory, every moment shared with Catarina, and the happiness we once held. How could it have all fallen apart so catastrophically? The betrayal haunts me like a relentless demon, gnawing at my soul. She moved on... how could she move on? It feels like a cruel twist of the knife, leaving me shattered and gutted.

In the silent confines of this prison, my mind races, searching for answers that seem eternally out of reach. Was I blind to the signs of our crumbling relationship, or was it simply easier for her to forget about me? The pain of not knowing tears at my spirit, a constant reminder of the void I have become.

I try to understand how I let myself reach this point. The monster I had become, the hurt I inflicted upon her. Cheating on her with her best friend. I know it was just as much my own fault as it was Tara’s. I don’t know what got into me. I remember the day Catarina walked in. My mind is consumed by images of her tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with anguish that I will forever carry with me. The depths of my own self-hatred are bottomless, drowning me in a sea of regret.

The knowledge that Catarina has moved on torments me, a relentless ache that stabs at my core. How could she find solace in the arms of another when I am left here, chained to my own guilt and remorse? It feels like a cruel twist of fate, as if the universe itself has conspired against me.

I yearn for another chance, a glimmer of hope that I can somehow find my way back to her heart. But locked away in this desolate cell, I am trapped, both physically and emotionally. The weight of my mistakes bears down on me, suffocating any flicker of optimism. I am resigned to the fact that I may spend eternity paying for the pain I caused her.

Thoughts of Catarina's forgiveness fuel my every waking moment. I imagine the day when these chains are broken, when I am released from this physical and emotional imprisonment. I picture myself standing before her, humbled and changed, pleading for her understanding and offering my sincerest apologies. It is a vision that drives me to improve myself, to confront the darkness within and emerge as a better man.

And then there is the children.

Are they really mine? Was Alex trying to trick me into feeling more guilt? I could only wonder what if because I had no answers to satisfy my questioning mind.