I looked at Becky in disbelief; this was the least of the advice I’d expect from her. She noticed the doubt in my eyes and tried to clarify.
“This ends now,” she stated, her gaze flicking back to Pascal. “Locas did this. A man who claims to ‘love’ you, put the man you actually love in the ICU. His presence in your life is a poison, and it will keep causing harm. It’s not just about you anymore. Look at what happened to Pascal.”
A sob caught in my throat. “I never meant for this to happen.”
“I know,” she said, her voice softening a fraction. “But intention doesn't matter to a man like Locas. Possession does. You need to end it, clearly and to his face. Hiding behind phone calls or texts won't work with him. He needs to see it in your eyes.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. “Go to his
