My legs felt weak, and I sank onto the couch, my hands trembling as I clutched the edge of the cushions. Nicolas last statement still echoed in my head. The whirlwind of emotions inside me—anger, betrayal, heartbreak—was too much to bear.
How could he? After everything we’d been through, after all the promises, he had the audacity to end it like this? To choose her over me?
My phone buzzed on the coffee table, jarring me out of my thoughts. For a fleeting moment, hope sparked that it might be Nicolas. That maybe he’d realized his mistake and was calling to apologize.
But it wasn’t him. It was Stella.
I stared at her name on the screen, my anger flaring anew. Did she know? Had she won?
I didn’t answer. Instead, I swiped the call away and tossed the phone to the side. I couldn’t face he
