Scarlett’s POV
“I love you, Scarlett,” he said again, this time softer. More broken. “I’ve loved you since the day you walked into my office.”
Tears pricked at my eyes. “Don’t do this.”
“I can’t stop. I’ve tried. I hate how we keep breaking each other, but I hate the idea of losing you more.”
He kissed me again, less angry now, more desperate.
I didn’t respond.
Couldn’t.
I stood frozen, lips parted, his confession echoing in my ears like a cruel dream.
Because he wasn’t supposed to say that. Not now.
Not after everything.
“I won’t share you,” he breathed, his voice cracking. “If you go back to him… if you choose him…”
He didn’t finish.
He didn’t have to.
His grip loosened, and for the first time that night, he stepped away.
I stared at him, wide-eyed, every inch of me still b
