Olivia Westview
"I know," he said, his voice strained. "I know I’ve put you through hell, and I hate that I’ve done this to you. But I’m standing here, telling you that I want to make it right."
I took a deep breath, realizing we were just going in circles. His words felt like a balm but also a band-aid over a much deeper wound. “If you don’t want to let me resign,” I said slowly, carefully choosing my words, “just… give me some space. I need to figure things out for myself.”
James opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it again, his expression shifting from frustration to contemplation. He ran a hand through his hair, and I could see the tension in his shoulders. "Olivia, I can’t just stand by and watch you walk away," he finally said, his voice almost pleading.
“Why not?” I sho
