Dante’s POV
Lana stormed out of my house, furious.
It was the second time she had walked away empty-handed. I had been clear, crystal clear, that whatever existed between us in the past was over. My life had changed. I had changed. But she refused to accept it.
“You think this is over, but it’s not,” she hissed before slamming the door behind her.
But it was over.
Even if she couldn’t see it, I had long since closed that chapter.
That night, Scarlet didn’t come out of her room. Not once. The house felt colder than usual, it was quieter, lonelier.
When morning came, we sat across from each other at the breakfast table. She smiled politely, said “Good morning,” and I couldn’t even respond. The words got stuck in my throat.
Why the hell was I feeling guilty?
I hadn’t done anything wrong.
Lana and I hadn’t been together since Scarlet came into my life. And it’s not like Scarlet and I had anything between us either. We were nothing. Just two people living under the same roof. So, why did i
