Carrie's nails dug into the cold stone railing of the rooftop terrace. Manila glittered below her like a field of broken promises, each tower a reminder of the world she fought to belong in and the man she refused to bow to.
The night air pressed against her skin. Warm. Humid. Charged with the electricity of rain that refused to fall. The terrace was quiet compared to the gala below, but her body pulsed with noise. Her heart pounded. Her breath shook. The city stretched in every direction, wide and relentless, just like the history she shared with him.
His words hung between them, heavy and smug.
Arrogant. Unrelenting. Like always.
Andrew stood a few feet away, hands tucked into his pockets like he was the calm one here. Like he hadn't just ripped open a wound she spent years sewing sh
