All I knew was that I'd hurt two women—one who loved me and one I couldn't seem to let go of.
And the worst part?
I wasn't even sure who I wanted to be forgiven by.
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CELESTE'S POV
"Have you sent it?" I asked, arms crossed as I leaned against the kitchen doorway.
Ethan looked up from his phone and gave me a long-suffering sigh. "Yeah. I sent it."
I stepped forward, tension buzzing beneath my skin. "And?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Did you really need me to lie to him for you?"
"It's not a lie," I said, pouting slightly. "If anything, it's a glaring truth he needs to see."
"He knows you're upset. You didn't need to drag me into this."
I scoffed. Ethan was always so quick to act like he was above it all, but he was the furthest thing from perfect.
"He needs a reminder," I said soft
