Ethan’s POV

The dim lights of the club cast a soft glow on Katelyn’s face, highlighting the curve of her smile as she laughed at something Cayden said. I stood there, frozen, my fists clenched at my sides. She moved with such ease, her laughter genuine, her eyes bright in a way I hadn’t seen in years.

But what gnawed at me most was how she acted like I wasn’t even there.

As if I were invisible.

As if the years we spent together had meant nothing.

Every time Cayden leaned in, every time ...