Rachel’s POV

I stood in the conference room, presenting to a room full of colleagues and clients. I could feel Darius' eyes on me, but I refused to look at him.

I kept my focus on the presentation, trying to ignore the lump I felt clinging to my throat.

Yesterday night, I could swear I saw a glint of disappointment and hurt in his eyes when I admitted that what we shared was a mistake.

But Darius was good at masking his emotions, so I wasn’t sure.

He said it himself, what ...