Chapter 23
KIERAN
The penthouse felt emptier than usual when I finally arrived home, the silence pressing against my ears like a physical weight. I dropped my bag by the door and loosened my tie, but the action did nothing to ease the tension coiled tight in my chest. The guilt sat there like a stone, heavy and unforgiving, growing heavier with each breath I took.
I'd let Miranda leave. I'd stood there on that curb like an i***t, watching her drive away with hurt written all over her face, and I'd done nothing to stop her. What kind of mate did that? What kind of man promised to marry a woman and then made her feel like she was competing for scraps of his attention?
*A man who's still in love with someone else,* the traitorous voice in my head whispered, but I shoved it down ruthlessly
