Chapter 40
The Haunting Hour
Stella’s POV
The streets of London were too quiet for a Friday night, or maybe it was just me. Everything had grown numb. Even the music from the bar ahead sounded like a distant memory.
I was tired.
Tired of pretending. Tired of smiling in boardrooms like Mary Blackwood’s shadow, even after she had the guts to slap me all because of….
Andrew
I'm Tired of being the second choice in every room I entered. And most of all, tired of waiting, for a man who clearly never cared enough to come back.
Elijah.
Even his name felt heavy on my tongue now. Like ash and regret.
The bar hadn’t changed. Same flickering neon sign. Same sticky floors. Same bartender who offered a nod without warmth. I slid into my usual booth in the corner and ordered whiskey without loo
