Maya’s POV
The room felt heavier the longer I sat there. The curtains swayed gently from the wind creeping through a tiny gap in the window, but even the air seemed to pity me. The phone lay face down on the carpet, still glowing faintly with the article I couldn’t unsee.
Sophia D’Amour… Heiress… Fiancée.
Every word blurred together until it became one long sentence spelling You were never his.
I pressed my palms against my face, breathing in through my fingers. The silence around me throbbed in rhythm with my heartbeat, too loud to ignore. I wanted to cry, but even the tears felt tired. How could someone cry over something they should’ve seen coming?
Maybe the island had made me naïve. Maybe I’d mistaken survival for love.
He said he loved me, though. He looked at me like he meant i
