Olivia’s POV
His words stung, but I couldn’t argue.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, tracing the edge of the cake with trembling fingers. “I didn’t mean to…”
Adam cut me off with a sharp look. “Intentions don’t mean much when the damage is already done.”
I met his gaze, guilt lingering in my chest. “Where is he now?”
Adam studied me for a moment before pushing off the door frame. “Upstairs. But like I said—he doesn’t want to see you.”
I hesitated, my pride warring with the ache in my chest. I could leave now, pretend none of this mattered. But the thought of walking away felt worse than swallowing my pride.
Adams walked out of the kitchen, and I followed him. We returned to the living room, and Adams went back to his position, sitting on the couch and holding his glass of wine in
