Juniper POV
I’m hurt.
There’s no better way to explain this heart wrenching feeling.
I sat up slowly, hugging my knees to my chest. The penthouse was silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. I used to love the quiet here. Now it felt like it was mocking me.
He hates me.
The thought had been circling for days, but this morning it landed differently. It didn’t feel like playoff pressure anymore, it felt really personal. Like I had done something wrong. Like the night we finally let ourselves cross that line—the night he’d held me like I mattered, the night I gave him something I’d never given anyone—had been a mistake.
My throat tightened. I pressed my forehead against my knees and tried to breathe through it.
You were never enough.
The old voice was back. The one that sou
