Olivia Westview
I walked out of the office feeling lighter than I had in what felt like years.
It wasn’t a full relief, but there was a shift as I could finally breathe again. At least he agreed. I couldn’t believe it at first. I had fully expected James to argue, to be his usual stubborn self, pushing and pulling until I caved like I always did. But he’d actually agreed to give me space.
That thought lingered, swirling in my mind as I stepped outside and ordered an Uber. What now? What the hell do I do with this space? Did I really need it, or had I just said it to create some kind of drama? I wasn't sure anymore. I felt like I was spinning in circles, caught between what I thought I needed and what I actually wanted. Fvck.
As I waited on the curb, my fingers absentmindedly fidgeting
