YELENA
My mind had been restless for a whole week. No peace. No quiet. Just Tristan.
He was everywhere in my head even when he wasn’t here. His voice, his eyes, the way he looked at me like I still belonged to him. Like he could reach out and take me back.
He wouldn’t stop saying it either.
You’re mine, Yelena.
Mine.
As if he hadn’t been the one who pushed me away. As if he hadn’t divorced me, used me, broken me, and walked off like I was nothing more than a bad choice he regretted too late.
How did he suddenly realize?
Why now?
If regret had teeth, it should’ve bitten him years ago. He should’ve looked for me back then. He should’ve fought. He should’ve cared. But he didn’t. He did nothing.
And now... now that I had finally found peace, now that someone actually loved me, he th
