LOGINOLIVIAI wasn’t cut out for this.This whole scene, this whole emotional circus he was trying to pull me into… I didn’t want it. I didn’t care what Ryan thought he suddenly needed to say. I wasn’t here for apologies or second chances.I was here to leave. To end this mess once and for all.I kept repeating it in my head as I followed him down the hallway. Olivia, you’re leaving today. Don’t lose focus. Don’t soften. Don’t break.But the moment we stepped into his room my stupid heart decided to betray me again.Because he looked… good. So fucking fine.This was my first time seeing him fully dressed, standing tall on both legs. No wheelchair. No blanket over his knees.A black shirt hugging his shoulders. Baggy trousers hanging effortlessly on his waist. His hair slightly messy, and he smelled so good. Olivia, get yourself together, please. You’re not here to admire him. You’re here to leave him.I straightened my spine, forcing my face back into a neutral cold expression. I opened m
RYANI shot to my feet so fast the room swayed around me. My legs felt unsteady, weak, like they didn’t believe what my ears were telling me. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard and for a second I genuinely thought I might pass out.I took one step forward… and immediately stumbled back onto the cushion.My uncle burst out laughing. “Oh, wow,” he said between breaths, shaking his head as he looked at me. “Ryan, look at you. Look at you!” He pointed at me like I was some circus show. “Who would’ve ever thought I’d see the day you’d be this terrified over a woman?”I glared at him, but my heart was beating too violently for me to form words yet.He continued anyway, enjoying himself way too much. “You, Ryan. You, of all people, begging for a woman to stay, shaking like a leaf, falling on cushions, refusing divorce papers? Ah. This is truly a miracle.”I clenched my jaw hard, forcing myself to breathe in, breathe out.I pushed myself up again, slower this time, gripping the arm of
RYANI was finished.Completely, utterly destabilised.The whole night passed, hour after hour slipping by, and I didn’t move. I didn’t lie down, didn’t change clothes, didn’t even blink properly. I just sat there on the same damn couch in my room, elbows on my knees, staring at nothing.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her walking away. Every time I breathed, I tasted the fear of losing her. Every time I shifted, pain shot through me.It was morning now. The sun had already brightened the room and I was still right there, sitting on the cushion. I hadn’t even touched the bed. I didn’t want comfort… I just needed her.My fists kept clenching and unclenching on their own and I kept checking the door, looking towards it.Any small sound outside the hallway made my heart jump, thinking and hoping it was her.My eyes burned; my throat felt tight; my breath kept catching every few seconds. I hadn’t stepped out of the room since last night, because I didn’t want anyone to see me like thi
OLIVIAHe didn’t answer immediately.He just stared at me, his eyes slightly widened, lips parted, his breath caught somewhere deep in his chest. The silence told me more than words ever could.“Olivia…” he finally said, his voice low and tense, “why would you even ask me something like that?”I didn’t look away. “Just answer the question.”He shook his head fast. “Never. God, Liv… never. I never felt anything for her. Not once.”But then something was off. His voice was too sharp, his eyes were avoiding mine.A cold, sinking feeling crept into my stomach.I rose from the bed slowly and stepped closer to him, studying every flicker of his expression.“Logan…” I whispered, “is there something you’re hiding from me?”“I’m not hiding anything,” he said too quickly. I stared at him, and the longer I watched, the more I saw the little panic behind his eyes. The tightness in his jaw. The way he kept wetting his lips like they’d suddenly gone dry.My chest tightened.“Logan,” I said again
OLIVIAI didn’t know how to respond to what he just said, so I just remained mute.His lips moved down my neck again, slower this time, hungrier, and I felt his fingers slide beneath my shirt, lifting it inch by inch. Heat flooded through me, my breath catching in my throat as he pressed me gently into the wall. His mouth found my collarbone, and a shiver ran straight through my spine. He was about to pull my top over my head completely when something inside me froze.A sharp, cold reminder of everything I had been through in the last few months slammed into me all at once.My trauma, my exhaustion. Everything I had been running from, all the pain Logan had once been part of.My hands pressed against his chest, halting him mid-movement.“Logan… stop,” I whispered.He didn’t hear it, or he didn’t want to. His mouth brushed my shoulder, moving back up my neck, his grip tightening on my waist like he was terrified I’d disappear.“Liv,” he breathed, “don’t pull away, please…”“I said sto
OLIVIAHe leaned in slow and confident in that quiet, dangerous way he always had.His breath brushed my lips, his nose grazed mine. His eyes flicked down again to my mouth and that was it. My mind went blank.I should’ve stepped back. I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve done anything except what I did…I didn’t move. I didn’t stop him.I let him come closer, so close I could feel the warmth of his lips almost touching mine.My heart thudded painfully, my pulse racing so loud I could hear it in my ears.“Liv…” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “Please.”And I… gave in. I tilted my head, just slightly, just enough that our mouths ghosted across each other. It was a tiny touch, but it lit a spark straight through my chest. His fingers tightened on my waist, pulling me closer, and his breath hitched like he’d been waiting for this moment for months.And God… maybe I had too.But right when our lips were about to truly meet, something snapped inside me. My eyes flew open.“No,”







