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"I never wanted this, Theo," he said softly, pouring coffee into two cups with elegant precision and sliding one toward me like it might somehow normalize everything. "But you left me no choice. Ignoring my messages, pushing me away, and choosing that cold billionaire over what we once had, it forced my hand. I just needed to create space for you to remember us without his influence clouding your judgment."
I stayed standing, arms crossed, the frying pan resting against my thigh as I fixed him with a look meant to make him feel the weight of his own absurdity.
He chuckled quietly, shaking his head as if my question genuinely amused him instead of offending him. "Kill you? Oh, Theo, you wound me. No, I want you to have time away from Fairchild's shadow so you can see clearly again, how good we were together, how I understand every wild, beautiful part of you in ways he never could."
