“I can’t let her go.” Tyler’s eyes were tinged red. “I can’t live without her.”
Theodore said nothing, just frowned at Tyler.
“Theodore,” Tyler began softly, “You still have choices. There are plenty of women who would love to be with you. You don’t have to choose her—”
“How do you know I don’t?” Theodore cut him off before he could finish.
Tyler froze, staring at the sharp determination in Theodore’s gaze.
In that instant, he realized—truly realized—that Theodore was serious.
He really did love Emilia.
He wanted her.
And there was no one else for him.
…
Night fell, cool and quiet.
Emilia lay alone in the bathtub, hot water cocooning her in a soothing embrace.
As the steam curled upwards, her thoughts drifted back over everything—recent events, old memories.
She was only twenty-five, but her life had already seen more than its share of twists and turns.
Her marriage with Tyler was over, utterly broken.
She hated looking back. She only wanted to keep moving forward.
The image of Theodore’s eyes, filled with longing, surfaced in her mind.
She lowered her gaze, staring at her own reflection rippling in the water.
Truthfully, in that moment, it wasn’t just him—she’d felt something too. Her heart had skipped, quickened in a way she couldn’t ignore.
Maybe it was the heat, but her pulse was racing.
Was she really going to let him in?
Would she accept his confession, say yes to a future with him?
She felt dizzy, thoughts swirling in her head.
…
Prism Ivy House.
Theodore was gone.
Tyler was alone, downing one drink after another.
A bitter heaviness sat in his chest, thick and unmoving.

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