Ian’s POV
I stood by the window, watching her slip into the car like it was the most normal thing in the world, like she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell on me. The black Toyota Camry—new, sleek, 2024 model—was the last thing I expected her to get into. The sound of the engine revved as the car sped off, disappearing around the corner before I even had a chance to react.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. My whole body burned with a furious energy I couldn’t shake.
Who the hell did she think she was? Walking out like that, acting like she had somewhere to go, like she didn’t owe me everything—everything.
The anger that had been simmering inside me suddenly boiled over. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but it didn’t work. Not when she left me standing there,
