Lila’s POV
The ride home is silent, the kind of silence that presses against my chest until it aches. Liam’s words echo, sharp and merciless. We’re still married. Over and over, like a chain clamped around me.
My jaw tightens as anger and heartbreak twist inside me. How could he? Isn’t he tired of ruining my life? Why does everyone feel entitled to dictate my choices, to keep me trapped under their control? This isn’t the life I wanted. Even if I never had anyone, I’m still human. I deserve to be treated like one.
The car slows, pulling into the driveway. My pulse is ragged by the time we stop in front of the building. I don’t wait. The moment the car halts, I push the door open and step out, the night air biting against my skin. “I’ll be in my room,” I say flatly, already walking away
