Five Years Ago
“Why are you doing this?” Roman’s voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t demanding.
It was just… defeated.
Klara stood in front of him, chandelier lights hitting her hair in a way he used to think was beautiful. Now, it just looked cheap. False. Like everything about her.
“I just don’t think you’re man enough for me, Roman.”
Her tone was dismissive and final.
His mouth parted. “Klara—”
“Alec treats me better,” she cut in. “In three months he’s done more than you’ve done in three years.”
Roman stared. Disbelief. Betrayal. Something deep and ugly was rising in his chest.
“So that’s your justification for f*****g him?”
She didn’t even flinch.
“No,” she said coldly. “That’s my justification for leaving.”
She stepped closer, eyes narrowing.
“Look at you, Roman. You have nothin
