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Lexi's POV It had been a week since the fight.Seven long days where Brandon hadn’t shown his face, hadn’t called, hadn’t so much as sent a message. I told myself it was better this way—that his absence was a relief. But the truth was, silence had a way of digging under my skin, festering in the cracks of my thoughts until I couldn’t stop replaying both our words.I had always preferred being plain, saying our minds, hell, fighting was even better, but silence always prickled me in any scenario. It's better to say everything and get it out of the way and go about our normal life. But with Brandon, there was nothing normal between us, yes, we had both said our minds and quarreled, and the silence had never bothered me when it came to him, in fact, I welcomed it cause it was weirdly...our thing. But now this was just...different.The things I’d thrown at him, the things he’d thrown back.How much did they cut?How much they still burned.Normally, I never cared about hurting a man like
Lexi's POV The hospital room was still, the kind of stillness that pressed against my ears until even the faintest sound became so magnified. Aria’s breathing was steady, deep, the rise and fall of her chest was at a slow and steady rhythm. The IV line was connected to her, and the steady beep of the monitor was the only thing occupying the silence. It had been a day since Brandon and I tore into each other in this very suffocating room, words flung like knives, anger coiling so tightly I could still feel it thrumming in my veins. The echo of our argument still clung to the air, sharp, like glass that was still shattering. My chest felt raw, every word we’d thrown at each other replaying like it had been carved into my head. I hated him. Dan had pulled an extra shift at the restaurant and wasn’t here tonight. He'd dropped off dinner on his way and even ate with me. I think it was his way of asking if I was okay after yesterday, but I didn't say anything because there was absolutel
Brandon's POV The doors to the elevator shut, and I was grateful I was the only one in it. I didn’t wait to see if Sam even followed me. The second those last words left my lips, I saw I got her, and it hit. The second she snapped at me with that fire in her eyes, I was done. When the elevator opened I walked through the reception and past the murmuring nurses, and didn’t stop until the glass doors slid open. I didn’t slow. My stride was sharp, decisive, and every step showed the echo of my anger. I'd had enough of being in that suffocating place, enough of her voice gnawing at him like she had any right. The air hit me hard, cool against my skin, but it didn’t settle the heat burning in my chest. Liam scrambled to open the car door, but I ignored him, yanking it myself and sliding inside and slamming the door which rattled the frame. “Drive.” The word came out clipped, sharper than I intended, but my throat felt raw. The engine purred to life, the hospital shrinking in the rearv
Lexi's POV “You...Fucker...”The word slipped out before I could stop myself, they were sharp and venomous, but the moment it left my lips, I knew I’d hit a nerve.Brandon’s head snapped toward me like a whip,his cold, steel-gray eyes narrowing, pinning me in place with the kind of intensity that made the hairs on my whole body stand up.“Watch your mouth,” he said, low and dangerous. Not a shout, not even close. But the weight behind it made my chest tighten.I didn’t flinch. I refused to. My anger burned too hot for that. “Or what? You going to sue me for slander now, Mr. Wilson, or no no, you’ll call security on me? Oh, I know, I know, the worst…you'll add a morality clause to your precious contract?” I said adding air quotes.The muscles in his jaw ticked. He looked like he was reining himself in, like one more wrong word from me would set him off completely. “Maybe we should finish this conversation in private.”I laughed, it was ugly but small. “Why? What’s the point? There’s n
Lexi's POV I thought I would finally feel at peace again at the hospital. After everything, the endless nights by Aria’s bedside, the constant hum of monitors, the aching fear that she might not open her eyes, today had a fragile kind of peace. She was awake. Weak, yes, but awake. Talking. Smiling. That should have been enough. But my mind kept on going back to him. It was the morning after I sent Brandon away, and I told myself I’d won a small victory. I had drawn a line in the sand, made it clear that I wouldn’t be dragged like a pawn across his polished chessboard. But here I was again, sitting in Aria’s hospital room with the sunlight spilling weakly through the blinds, and my stomach knotted tighter with every tick of the clock. I'm the one who sent him away, so why was I feeling this way? "Aria," I said, pulling her off the magazine she was reading. She looked at me with those brown eyes of hers, although tired, she still smiled. "Yes, Lexi." "I'm going to get some co
Brandon's POV The office was silent, apart from the low hum of the city below bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I should’ve been satisfied, things were moving as planned. The photo leak, although catching me off guard, had turned a liability into an advantage. When I got the news earlier, I was livid until Melinda had suggested it was a good thing, and now the world believed in the engagement and story more than ever; they believed in us. That was the point of all of this. The plan was going better than ever. And work should be what consumed every second of my thoughts and the way forward since it was already out there. But all I could hear, replaying in my head, over and over again was her voice when she told me to leave. Her voice...sharp, clipped, trembling with rage, it lingered like a splinter under my skin."You used my pain for your game. Get out."She was angry. Really angry.Her hazel eyes had burned into me like I was the very enemy she’d sworn off letting cl