“And like I said before, we grew up together. Let’s part on good terms. Don’t make this ugly.”
Linton’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at her, his chest so tight it felt like he couldn’t breathe. His jaw was clenched so hard he could have drawn blood, the words forced through his teeth. “Liliana... is that really how you’ve seen me all this time? Is that what you think of our relationship?”
His usually calm, cool voice held an unsteadiness he couldn’t hide. His eyes were red, his handsome face so dark it seemed to drip with gloom.
Liliana met his gaze without flinching, her own eyes like ice. “Yes. That’s what I’ve always thought. Linton, can you honestly say I’m wrong?”
“I can.” His gaze was steady, filled with a complex, murky depth that she couldn’t decipher.
He seemed profoundly disappointed. In that moment, Linton felt all his strength drain away, leaving him unsteady on his feet. He looked at the stubborn resolve on Liliana’s face and let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh.
His cool voice was hoarse. “Liliana... I never imagined that this is what you’ve been thinking all these years.”
He stared at her, his grip tightening on her slender wrist as he took a step closer. “I think we have a serious misunderstanding about a lot of things. We need to—”


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