Amelia POV
I didn't move at first. I couldn't.
The rooftop felt like it had caved in around me, suffocating and loud despite the sudden silence. I stood frozen, hand clenched around the strap of my purse, as Maxwell turned and walked away—slowly, wordlessly, like he'd left a part of himself behind but couldn't bear to face it.
He didn't look back.
But I did.
Watching the man who has always neglected my feelings leave with nothing but the consequences of his pride. And yet… it hurt. It hurt like hell because no matter how much I wanted to hate him I found myself loving him.
"Amelia," Nate said softly beside me, but I couldn't face him yet. My throat burned. My heart throbbed in a twisted mix of guilt, anger, and something dangerously close to heartbreak.
"I'm sorry,"
