Hannah's POV
He found me before I could even spot Christian.
Like a shadow I couldn't shake, Michael appeared out of nowhere, his voice oozing with misplaced confidence. "I knew you'd come," he said, his eyes lighting up as if this moment meant something to both of us. "I knew you'd forgive me."
I blinked at him, stunned by his audacity. "Are you serious right now?"
"I wasn't sure you'd come," he said, stepping closer.
"Look," he started, lowering his voice, "I meant what I said. That piece over there—it's about us. About what we had."
I crossed my arms, biting back a laugh. "You cheated on me, Michael. Lied. Repeatedly. But sure, let's just slap some paint on a canvas and call it redemption." I shook my head slowly, feeling my temper bubble beneath the surface.
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