Scarlett

I turned to leave, but before I could make it to the door, a weak voice called out to me, stopping me in my tracks.

“Scarlett…”

The sound of my name from his lips sent a shiver down my spine. I froze, my hand hovering over the doorknob, unable to move forward or turn back.

“Who… who are you leaving him for?” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper, broken and raw with emotion.

The world seemed to freeze in that moment. Time stood still as his question weighed heavily on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Despite everything I had done; the violence, the threats against...