Brad
I can feel Mia’s eyes burning into my back as I walk away, but in that moment, I don’t care. I just need air.
I kissed her again—not because someone walked in on us, but because she was about to walk away with that look on her face. Pain. Raw and open.
And for once, it wasn’t Damon who put it there.
It was me.
That makes me no better than him.
I did exactly what he’s done—believed Anna over her. She had a marriage certificate. It looked real. And the recording of Mia… it made everything Anna said feel concrete.
Still, I shouldn’t have done it.
I should have believed Mia.
But trust has never come easily to me, and lately—too lately—I’ve been getting close to the point where Mia could absolutely destroy me.
And that terrifies me.
I walk farther from the hotel, the street grow
