Ethan’s POV
Sophia never looked back. She walked away without hesitation, her shoulders straight and her head held high. The woman who had once cried over me, who had begged me to stay, who had loved me with everything she had—was gone. In her place stood someone I barely recognized. Stronger. Colder. Untouchable.
I stood frozen on the pavement, chest rising and falling rapidly as anger, regret, and frustration twisted together like a knife in my gut. The afternoon sun felt too harsh on my skin. The noise of the city—car horns, footsteps, distant chatter—faded into a dull roar in my ears.
The security guards remained between us until Sophia disappeared into the crowd. Only then did they step back, their postures still alert and professional. Employees who had witnessed the confrontation
