LISA’S POV
The penthouse was quiet, but inside my chest, a hurricane raged.
The war was over — Celeste arrested, Tony exposed — but the battle within me? It was just beginning.
Harry sat across from me on the plush couch, his eyes dark and unreadable. The whiskey glass in his hand trembled slightly, betraying the calm he tried to project.
I wanted to believe we were safe now, that the nightmare was behind us, but—
“How do you just move on?” I asked, voice cracking. “After everything? After the lies, the betrayals... the silence?”
Harry set his glass down and leaned forward, elbows on knees. His jaw clenched as if holding back a confession.
“I don’t know if I can move on,” he admitted. “Not yet.”
The raw honesty made my throat tighten.
“You don’t have to pretend with me,” I whisper
