Sebastian blinked, completely stunned, his gaze lost in mine as if my words were piercing his pupils with needles. His jaw tightened, and he took a half-step toward me, his trembling hands poised to touch me again, but I raised a hand in the air, stopping him firmly in his tracks.
“You want to know why I left? You want the truth behind my escape? I’ll tell you the whole story, since you’re so insistent on hearing it,” I continued, feeling a mixture of old pain, pent-up humiliation, and a strange sense of liberation flood my mouth. “I confess that I was always in love with you. For years, Sebastian. From the first day I started working in that damned office in Manhattan. I spent entire nights awake, organizing your schedule, learning your tastes, knowing exactly how you breathed, and watch
