Elena POV
The snow outside the car window was falling harder, blanketing the world in an oppressive silence that seemed to press down on my chest.
Bastian had been completely drunk at the dinner earlier. He was probably bent over, throwing up somewhere right now. Was he feeling better? Relieved? Maybe.
I tugged the corner of my lips into a half-smile, but there was no joy in it.
He was the man who had betrayed me. Yet, somehow, without even realizing it, I had let my guard down and fallen for him again.
My chest felt hollow, like someone had punched a hole straight through it. The ache was unbearable.
The suffocating atmosphere in the car became too much. "Stop the car," I told the driver, pushing the door open and stepping out into the snow. Slowly, I made my way toward the Nolde Bu
