“You can’t even say it, can you?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Because you know the truth, Adam. You’d burn the world for me, but you won’t lift a finger for her.”
His silence lingered, and in it, I saw the battle raging within him. He wasn’t heartless, not entirely. But his choices, his priorities—they were clear. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure if I could accept them.
Adam’s silence stretched unbearably, and the weight of it pressed down on my chest like a heavy stone.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low and strained. “Please don’t ask me that, Elsa.”
“No, Adam,” I demanded, my voice breaking. “Answer me. Since you claim you don’t act on sentiment, say it to my face. Tell me you wouldn’t lift a finger for me.” My words trembled with anger and pain, but I needed to hear him s
