"You love her." The woman's voice was cold, as cold as stating a fact. But her heart was clenching tightly, painful and sad. I understand that this is a fact, but I would rather you lie to me for the rest of my life.
"No, it's you I love. But..." The man paused, raised an evil smile on his lips, and then reached out to grab her chin. "It's you I hate too. So much so that I wish I could torture you to physical pain, and even mental pain."