Mandy's POV
The moment I saw Atlas standing in my grandmother's living room, the joy I had felt earlier disappeared completely.
He was holding a large bouquet of flowers, along with several gift boxes placed carefully on the coffee table. The packaging alone looked expensive, as if he had spent a great deal of time preparing them.
My grandmother looked slightly surprised but polite.
"Atlas, you didn't tell us you were coming," she said gently.
"I wanted to surprise Mandy," he replied, his voice calm, almost gentle, the same tone he used when he wanted to appear sincere.
But I knew better.
Everything about him now felt calculated.
He turned toward me, his gaze lingering on my face.
"Happy birthday, Mandy."
His voice was softer than usual.
I didn't respond
