Evan's POVThe lights were dim in the private room, but the expressions on everyone's faces were impossible to miss. I saw contempt, disdain, and disgust—but no guilt or whatsoever.I stared at Kaia, the woman I'd loved for seven whole years. From 16 to 23 years old, she'd been such a huge part of my life."Evan, you're as fragile as glass," she'd once said. "I'm going to cherish you forever. If anyone ever crosses you, I'll teach them a lesson."Yet now, she was the one who'd hurt me the most. I didn't cry or throw a tantrum. Instead, I bent down and picked up the gift box from the floor. Kaia seemed to think I was going to give it to her. A smug look crossed her face, as if she were certain I couldn't live without her. "Evan, if you apologize to Seth now and admit you were wrong, we can put this whole thing behind us."Kaia lifted her chin haughtily, while Isabelle chimed in from beside her, "Kaia's right, Evan. She still cares about you. Just apologize and stop being so
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