Andre's POV
I slammed the bathroom door with enough force to rattle the frame, my control hanging by a thread. My hands were shaking with rage, chest rising and falling like I'd just run a marathon. Meryl had pushed me past my breaking point again.
After everything I'd sacrificed for her, she still threw Adelaide's name at me like a weapon. Like I hadn't burned every bridge, severed every connection, just to claim her as mine. Like my actions meant nothing when my words had already made it clear that Adelaide was ancient history.
It felt deliberate. Like she enjoyed twisting the knife, too terrified of letting someone love her completely to just accept what was right in front of her. Maybe I deserved her suspicious glances, her walls, but damn it, couldn't she see the truth? I picked her. Every single time, I would pick her.
