Winston's Pov
I stepped out of Elizabeth's chamber, her words echoing in my mind. "You hate him, don't you?" she had accused, her eyes blazing with hurt. I had tried to deny it, to explain that my feelings towards Darius were complex, a mix of admiration, resentment, and a lingering affection that I couldn't quite shake. But she wouldn't listen, convinced that my every action, every word, was fueled by a deep-seated hatred for the man.
I wandered aimlessly through my room, my heart heavy with sadness and regret. I had never meant to hurt Elizabeth, never meant to make her feel like she had to choose between me and Darius. But she had forced my hand, pushing me to confront my own emotions, emotions I had been trying to suppress for far too long.
I stopped at a window, gazing out at the m
