Alara
I arrived at the restaurant, my heart beating faster than it should have been. I hated this feeling of losing control, of being forced to confront a woman who had no business being in my life, in our lives, anymore. Kaida. Her name alone was enough to send a ripple of irritation through me.
I walked in, the soft clinking of glasses and hushed conversation filling the air, but none of it mattered. I was only focused on the task at hand. I had to put an end to this, once and for all.
Kaida was already seated at the table, looking as calm and composed as ever. She glanced up when she saw me, her face expressionless. We exchanged a silent stare as I approached the table and sat across from her. The tension between us was palpable, thicker than the air around us.
“Alara,” she greeted,
