CIAN
It was supposed to be over.
I had promised myself that much. I was married Fia. I had tried to move forward. I had built walls around the parts of me that still ached when I thought about what Madeline and I used to be.
Fia dominated those places now.
But seeing her standing there tore those walls down like they were made of paper.
It told me a part of me still held on to her.
My chest hurt. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. And I knew, I absolutely knew, that being here right now was going to hurt Fia. But I couldn't make myself walk away. I couldn't make myself turn around and go back to the ballroom where mate was and reassure her it was all in the gutters now.
Maybe this was about closure. Maybe it wasn't. I didn't know anymore.
"Why would you come then?" I asked. My voice came out harsher than I meant it to. "You know how rocky my relationship with that bastard is. You know he hates me. And you chose to come anyway?"
