Page 350 of Bad Prince
Because I know that look.
I remember it.
It used to belong to me.
“And you…” he says, softer.
Not gentle.
But not cold either.
Something in between.
Something that hurts.
“You don’t get to walk back into my life and flip a switch.”
I swallow, but don’t look away.
His jaw tightens. “I cared about you, Stella.”
A beat.
His voice drops.
“I still do.”
The air leaves my lungs.
But he doesn’t let it soften him.
Not this time.
He straightens.
Shoulders back.
Decision made.
“But I’m not doing this like that.”
His eyes flick between us one last time.
“I’m choosing myself. I’m taking a play out of your book, Stell. Thank you for showing me how.”
Ouch.
It hurts.
He leaves.
I decide to stay.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to Isa.
“No you’re not.”
“Maybe I’m not. But I did save you from a wrecked, broken heart. He would never go all in on you —and you know it.”
