That’s not how I work.
He doesn’t get to have her.
He doesn’t get to rewrite the story.
Not after everything.
Not after everything I did for her.
She can pretend all she wants.
Play innocent.
Play confused.
But I know the truth.
My gaze shifts back to him.
Benji Gunner.
The name tastes like acid.
He thinks he’s her fucking hero.
Some good guy soldier.
But I see through it.
I see what he really is.
A thief.
A liar.
A man who took something that wasn’t his and convinced himself it belonged to him.
My fingers curl into a fist.
“She was mine first,” I whisper.
The words steady me.
Anchor me.
Because that’s the truth.
The only truth that matters.
“She just forgot.”
And I can remind her.
I will remind her.
I’ll make it right.
My eyes track them as they move toward the elevators, his hand still wrapped around hers like he’s afraid to let go.
