Aurora's POV
I stumbled through my apartment door, my heels clicking faintly against the floor before I kicked them off.
My chest felt heavy, like the weight of everything that had happened tonight was crushing me.
I dropped my purse on the couch and sank into it, my hands shaking as I buried my face in them.
Tears stung my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back.
I had rejected Greg. The look on his face, the way he stared at me like he was broken—it kept replaying in my mind, over and over.
“Why did I do that?” I whispered to myself.
I knew the answer, though. It wasn’t that Greg wasn’t a good man. He had done so much for me. He cared. He fought for me. But still…
I also knew what I had said before—that I would give Greg a chance. I recall telling myself that after eve
