“Better a man who walked away than one who stayed and made me feel worthless,” I hissed. "At least Rhys has the decency to own his s**t. At least he knows how to apologize. At least he doesn’t manipulate me like you are trying to. Look at me, James, do I look like a fool to you? As soon as Ryker's birthday is over, we will be too."
James looked like I slapped him, but I was past caring.
He stared at me, chest heaving, lips parted like he was about to say something else, but nothing came out.
Because deep down, he knew I was right.
"Go," I said, my voice calmer than I felt. "And don’t come back here. Don’t call me. Don’t try to guilt me into another second of this mess. You made your choices. I’m finally making mine."
This had already ruined my morning, and I refused to let it ruin mor
