MARCO’S POV

After Melissa stormed out of my office, it felt like my lungs forgot how to breathe. My body went cold, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me, soaking me in guilt and dread. My hands trembled where they rested on my desk, close to the resignation letter she had just slammed down. Her words were still echoing inside my head, burning like acid, tearing apart the layers of justification I had been wrapping around myself for weeks.

“You ruined my relationship ...