Freddy’s POV

I clenched my jaw. “Because I knew what you would do with that information.”

She glared at me.

“And what if I deserved to know anyway?”

Silence.

Then she exhaled sharply.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” she whispered.

The words hit harder than I expected.

My body tensed, but I didn’t stop her when she turned toward the door.

I didn’t chase her.

Didn’t grab her wrist.

Didn’t say something that would make her stay.

I let her go.

And for the first time in my life—

I wasn’t sure if she’d come back.

The next day the mansion felt empty without her.

I had...