[He's trying to earn forgiveness.] I studied Xavier, conflicting emotions swirling within me.
Eight years together, four as secret mates, and this was what remained between us—strategic maneuvers and recorded confessions.
"Let's end this, Xavier," I said finally.
"If we don't end this properly, Cici will never let go," I continued, meeting his gaze directly. "Today she manipulated your mother into slandering me. What will it be tomorrow? The day after? You may not be killing me directly, but I'm dying because of you all the same."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "Whether you truly regret what happened or still have feelings for me, a mistake is a mistake. We can never go back to how things were. What's the point of the three of us remaining entangled like this?"
"Once we're off
