Slowly, I turned, eyes sharp and unflinching. "What else do you have to say Neven? Huh? Because I think the invitation card said everything I needed to know." My tone was razor-edged, calm, but cutting, each word a blade slicing clean through the tension that had lingered in the room for far too long.
Neven just stood there, staring at me like his brain couldn't find the right words, like he was scrambling for something, anything that could convince me to stay. I stared back at him, really stared, taking in the sight of the man who used to once be my everything. The man who used to own my heart now looked like a stranger I could barely stand to look at, much less tolerate.
His eyes were pathetic and desperate, I could see right through it now that he wasn't sorry. He was scared. Scared o
