Chapter 150.

Blair's POV

"Understand what, Thomas?" I interrupted, my voice rising a notch. "That you threw away everything we had for a fling?"

"It wasn't a fling," he stammered, his voice laced with desperation. "It… it was a mistake. A terrible mistake."

I scoffed. "A mistake you made repeatedly, judging by the state of the bed."

He winced, his face flushing a deep crimson. Shame flickered in his eyes, a stark contrast to the arrogance he usually wore like a second skin.

"There's more to the story, Blair," he pleaded. "Please, just let me explain."

Part of me wanted to walk away, to leave him drowning in his own regret. But another part, a curious and perhaps foolish part, yearned to hear his explanation, no matter how flimsy it might be.

With a sigh, I sank into the seat opposite him, the plush red cushion offering little comfort. "Alright, Thomas," I said, my voice weary. "Explain. But don't expect me to believe everything you say."

He let out a shaky breath, relief flickering across his face