DAMIEN’S POV

I found her in the bedroom.

She was sitting on the bed, knees pulled to her chest, head bowed, shoulders trembling as quiet sobs slipped out of her like she was trying not to let the world hear her break.

My chest clenched so tight it felt like my ribs were crushing my heart.

Fuck.

I stood in the doorway for a second, frozen, watching the woman I love fall apart because of me.

Because I hadn’t listened.

Because I’d spoken from fear instead of understanding.

I moved toward her slowly, like I was approaching something fragile that might shatter if I breathed wrong.

“Rose,” I whispered.

She...