“Who am I to you, Davi…?” Michelle’s voice was low, yet laced with venom.
“I want to know…” He gave a mocking smile, his sarcasm slicing through the air like a knife.
“Do I mean something to you? Or am I just a—” He paused, letting the weight of his silence bruise her heart.
Davina stared at him, stunned. It was the first time Michelle had ever spoken to her with such bitterness, and it gutted her. She opened her mouth to speak, but he raised his hand sharply, silencing her.
“Today, let me speak Davi. I’ve always been there for you. I never judged you, never doubted you. I let you live on your terms, make your own decisions— even when they tore me apart. I let you go when I wanted to hold on. I waited for you when I had every reason to walk away. But you—”
His voice cracked, rage and
