“Diane,” Leo called again, softer this time.
But she didn’t answer. She stood stiffly, arms folded, eyes cutting into him like a blade. Cold. Unforgiving.
He took a step forward, but the space between them felt like a canyon. He could barely breathe. “It’s really you,” he mumbled, voice barely a whisper.
It was the dumbest thing he’d ever said. Of course it was her—he knew the moment she walked into that boardroom. Every cell in his body remembered her. But now, faced with the real woman, standing just feet away, he didn’t know how to act. He was frozen.
“You… you’ve changed so much,” Leo stammered, eyes trailing her face.
She c****d her head, expression unreadable. “Likewise,” she said, voice as sharp as ice. No softness. No warmth. Just... distance.
Leo's heart dropped. Her tone—Go
