Lexi's POV
I stared at the boxes scattered around my tiny apartment, feeling like I was looking at the remnants of someone else's life. Three weeks. That's how long I'd been living in Lucian's penthouse, and somehow it had felt more like home than this place ever had.
"Stop it," I muttered to myself, taping up another box. "It was never your home."
My phone buzzed on the counter. Mia's name flashed across the screen.
"Please tell me you're not actually doing this," she said without preamble when I answered.
"Doing what?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Lexi.”
I sank onto my couch, suddenly exhausted. "I came to my senses."
"Your senses? Girl, your senses were telling you to stay with the man who clearly adores you. What changed?"
"Everything. Nothing. I don't know." I rubbed my temples
