April's pov
Rain tapped softly against the tall windows, its rhythm echoing the storm within me. I sat curled on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket that did little to warm the cold that had settled inside. The skies outside were gray and weeping just like me. Each drop that fell felt like another painful memory etched deeper into my skin, reminding me of the words Alexander had hurled at me like blades the night before.
He would never consider me his wife.
Those words haunted me.
I once liked him... no, loved him. Back when we were children. But the man who now i saw… he wasn’t that boy. He wasn’t the Alexander who once looked at me like I meant something.
The room felt too quiet, too empty. My heart was exhausted. Maybe it was time to let him go… just as I had decided after m
