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Chapter Thirteen

Author: Ella Wealth
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-03-12 03:22:16

Living without Gabriel was meant to be a piece of cake.

I had done it before.

For five years, I’d created a life in which he didn’t exist — in which his voice didn’t rattle in my head, in which his fragrance didn’t stalk my dreams, in which his rejection wasn’t a wound I kept reopening to see if it still bled.

And yet, here I was, lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, convincing myself that I hadn’t just splintered into a thousand pieces behind that goddamn door.

I had done the right thing.

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