Thomas stood silent in the corridor, his mind racing with a storm of regret. The weight of Mia’s words pressed down on him, heavy and unrelenting. He clutched his fists, feeling the sting of her slap still burning on his cheek. Every second felt like a lifetime of mistakes crashing down on him.
Mia’s eyes blazed with fury and sorrow. “You think you can just apologize and everything’s okay? Delia’s hurting—she’s devastated, and you—” her voice cracked, “—you’ve broken her heart, and now you’re trying to fix it with words? It’s too late for that.”
Thomas looked away, his throat tightening. “I never wanted to hurt her. I—” he paused, voice thick with emotion. “I was stupid, blind. I thought I could hide the truth, but I was wrong. It’s all out now. I can’t change that.”
Mia’s gaze softened
