Chapter 147

147 Anger and Regret

Lucian

I didn’t understand why she’d called Joey. Of all people.

If they were married, maybe it would make sense. But Joey? He was just one of many-another body she’d used to numb whatever emptiness she refused to face. And yet, there he stood beside her like he had a place here. He didn’t.

“What the f**k are you still doing here, Tina?” I asked, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence. She flinched. Her eyes were swollen from crying, but it didn’t move me-not even a little.

Because this-all of this-was her fault.

Her selfishness. Her stunts. Her insatiable hunger for attention.