Elena's POV
The silence in the room was unbearable.
It wrapped around me like a thick, heavy blanket, pressing on my chest until I could barely breathe. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts an endless loop of everything that had happened everything I had done for him. I know I did so little girl him but at least he could have appreciated me. I now know the reason why he is called a cold cruel billionaire.
For Justin.And yet, all I had to show for it was the echo of his cruel words."I don't need you."
I closed my eyes, and the words sliced through me again. He hadn't said thank you. He hadn't smiled. He hadn't even looked at me the way I thought he might after everything.
I had stood on that podium. I had held his hand. I had faced a world of cameras and strangers and defended him with every ounce of strength I had left.
And he… He had tossed it aside like it meant nothing.
