For once in Zane Whitmoore’s life, he looks genuinely speechless.
And I can’t even blame him. I’m just as surprised at my own outburst as he is. Deep down, I know it isn’t just about him—it’s everything. The torment of these past few weeks, the exhaustion, the way I’ve been stretched thin. The normal Emilia—his pushover ex-fiancée, as he called me—wouldn’t have dared to speak to him like that.
From the storm in his eyes, I know he realises it too.
He clenches his fists and steps closer. “So it’s such a bad thing to check up on you?”
I shrink back, instinctively wishing I could take my words back. “It’s not, I just—”
He cuts me off. “You were my best friend for ten years. We have one disagreement, and now you treat me like this? Talk to me like I mean nothing?”
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