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Author: Akina
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-08 01:36:25

Sienna's POV

I shook my head slowly. “I loved you, Liam. I did. But I’m just too tired now. My love for you has long burned out. I can’t go back to a place that broke me—slowly, every single day. I have to choose to love myself this time.”

He looked at me like he wanted to beg. But no words came out.

“Don’t ask me to come back just because you feel empty. I know what it’s like to live with someone who doesn’t love me the way I loved them. I don’t want Noah to see that and th
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