Lysa's POV
I looked straight into his bloodshot eyes and said the words I had rehearsed a hundred times in my head.
"Let's break up."
Jason froze.
For a split second, he didn't breathe. His pupils shrank sharply, and every muscle in his body went rigid, like a predator sensing a fatal blow. The atmosphere in the room thickened until it was almost impossible to inhale.
For just a second, I could have sworn his eyes flashed that strange gold color again, the one I'd seen in glimpses but always convinced myself I'd imagined.
His finger pressed hard against my chest, right above my racing heart. His voice came out hoarse, raw, nothing like the arrogant tone he used to have.
"I changed all my plans for you," he said, his voice broken. "Every single plan I had for my futur
