His choking sobs.
His regret.
His unwillingness to let go.
That night, he wasn’t the dashing, confident CEO of Prosperon. He wasn’t the overbearing Mr. Bennett everyone knew. He was just a guy who broke a promise and lost the girl he loved.
He wished he could turn back time, wished he could undo everything, wished he could rip open his chest and show her his heart — just to prove he wouldn’t mess up again. But deep down, he knew — there was no going back.
The night dragged on, long enough for all their memories to come back to him in waves.
He remembered the first time he saw her. She was in a school uniform, high ponytail swinging, that delicate neck, her small face practically glowing. She looked like a proud, stunning swan. She glanced his way, and in that moment, it
