Ciara's POV

“No, Wade. You say you’ll do anything, but you wouldn’t even listen when I begged you not to go see your little ‘friend’,” I said, my voice steady despite the hurt swirling inside me. “I’m not trying to hurt you, but I need time to think. Please, just give me that.”

I stood in the living room, unable to bring myself to step any closer to him. I wanted to, more than anything, I wanted to fall into his arms and hear him promise that everything would be alright. But ...