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Chapter 50: Choose Me

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-21 18:39:34

Morgana’s POV

I found Maxwell in his study, surrounded by empty boxes and scattered photographs. Dust covered his dark shirt, and his hair was disheveled from running his hands through it. The expression on his face made my stomach clench.

He’d been in the attic.

“Where is everything?” he demanded, holding up a nearly empty photo album. His voice was deadly quiet. “Where are Regina’s things?”

I set my purse down carefully, buying time to think. This confrontation had been inevitable since I’d cleaned out those boxes three days ago.

“I was protecting you,” I said calmly. “You’ve been torturing yourself ever since you learned what happened to Regina at that facility. I couldn’t watch you destroy yourself over someone who’s still betraying you.”

“You had no right.” Maxwell stood up slowly, the photo album slipping from his hands to crash against the floor. “Those were my memories. My choice.”

“Your choice was killing you.” I stepped closer, keeping my voice steady and reasonable. “Maxwel
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