Chapter 322

Evelina

I went to the pantry to make his coffee, and my movements were mechanical. As I waited for the machine to brew, I replayed our conversation in my head. Had I made a mistake? Was I overreacting?

No. I was protecting myself. If Alaric truly cared about me, he would have fought harder to keep me. He would have reassured me, promised to be more transparent, and offered to make our relationship