Elena’s POV
“Elena, please.”
Ryan’s voice followed her the moment she stopped in front of her apartment door.
The exhaustion in her body disappeared instantly, replaced by something hot and painful.
Anger.
He stood there looking like he hadn’t slept all night. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair messy, and his eyes desperate.
Good.
Let him suffer.
For one second. Just one. Let him be miserable even though Elena knew it wouldn’t be half of what she’s going through.
Because she had spent the last twenty-four hours feeling like her heart had been ripped out of her chest.
“You need to leave,” she said coldly as she tightened her grip on her bag.
Ryan stepped closer immediately. “Not until you listen to me.”
Elena laughed softly.
Because she genuinely couldn’t believe him.
“You still
