Chapter 82 Final Verdict

I shook my head, frustration mingling with a desperate kind of sorrow. “But Reyna, I’m hurting here too,” I pleaded, my voice cracking. “I thought that if you were hurt, if you were upset, then maybe we could have a real conversation about what went wrong. I thought you’d share something—anything—so I wouldn’t feel so alone in this mess.” “Alone?” she repeated, her tone almost incredulous. “You want me to share in your misery? You expect me to be the one who comforts you when you’ve chosen to hurt me so deeply? I’m not your emotional crutch, Alexander. I’m not here to mend your broken heart because you decided to play with someone else’s feelings and then parade it in public.”