Alexander’s POV
I watch her leave, my heart hammering as frustration builds inside me. This wasn’t what I wanted to say. Damn it Alexander, why did you have to ruin it all? She’s alive—she’s here—and all I could do was drive her further away.
I feel my jaw clench tightly, my foot tapping against the floor as I fight the urge to follow her, to call her back and make her see what I can’t even put into words. But another part of me holds me back, cautioning me to let it go, to just leave things as they are.
Then, her words play in my mind again, her voice taunting me. “I can say whatever I want?” The audacity of it. I scoff, my anger flaring up like a firestorm inside me. So, she really doesn’t regret it? Even after everything? After what I saw—the photos of her in bed with another man. I
