(Continued from Chapter 22)
I just stand there, frozen, staring at Zane like I’m seeing a ghost. He’s right at my door. His voice is soft when he says sorry, and the word just lingers in the air like smoke. His blue eyes, once cold and distant, now hold something I haven’t seen in a long time, real emotion. My chest tightens.
“Why now?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “Why say this when it’s already too late? We signed the divorce papers. I’ve moved on.”
His face shifts like something inside him cracks. Then, out of nowhere, he drops to his knees right on my front porch. He doesn’t care that his expensive clothes are getting wet from the dirt and rain. I take a step back, startled.
“Because I can’t do this anymore,” he says, looking up at me. “Living without you feels like I’m not livin
