Olivia’s POV

“What’s eating at me, Olivia, is how much I miss you,” Alexander said, his voice heavy with longing as he sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on me. “Waking up alone in this bed, not having you by my side every morning—it’s unbearable. Is it too much to want things to be like they used to be?”

I exhaled slowly, the weight of his words pressing against my chest. “You know I have my own ambitions, Alexander,” I replied, my tone measured but tinged with ...