Estela POV
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was five years ago.
I stood frozen in the hallway, tears streaking down my face, feeling just as small—just as powerless—as I did back when I was married to Killian.
How does he do this to me?
Even now. Even drunk out of his mind… he still manages to unravel me completely.
Stars above, it makes me furious.
It’s not fair.
It’s not right.
After everything—after the years, the pain, the therapy, the promises I made to myself—I should be over him.
I thought I was stronger.
I told myself that if I ever saw him again, I’d be ice. Untouchable. Immune.
I was wrong.
Still lost in self-loathing, I heard it—the soft scrape of a chair being dragged across the floor behind the apartment door.
The crash of that vase must’ve woken the boys.
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