NICHOLAS’S POV
The morning sunlight spread across the walls, shining softly, but I didn’t feel its warmth.
For days now, the air between Ava and me felt heavier than any fight we’d ever had, all because of my foolishness.
Every time I passed her, she quickly looked away, cold and withdrawn, as if I had put a barrier between us she couldn’t break. Maybe I really did.
I stood near my study window, watching the city skyline, my reflection staring back at me in the glass.
I wasn’t the type to live with second thoughts, I had built my empire by striking fast and never looking back, cutting out emotion before it left me vulnerable.
Yet here I was, haunted by the sight of Ava’s shoulders trembling when she thought she was alone. The sound of her broken sobs still wrapped around me, refusing
