“Elsa,” he said softly, “I’m sorry. I’m just… not there yet.”
I flinched at his words and immediately moved away from him, my body still trembling with anger and hurt.
Adam ran his fingers through his hair, his usual calm façade breaking as tears streamed down his face. It was such a rare sight—seeing him vulnerable—that it nearly stopped me in my tracks. But my anger burned too hot to be softened so easily.
“I wish I had never gotten involved with Stephanie,” he began, his voice low and filled with regret. “I should have rejected her like I wanted to from the start. I want to claim you, Elsa, but not like this.”
The anger inside me flared, hotter than ever.
“f**k you and Stephanie!” I spat, the bitterness in my words undeniable.
“f**k your pain and whatever crap you’ve got going o
