Adina's POV

My tears had dried, but the ache in my heart remained. I pulled away from Nathan's embrace, needing to see his face, to understand the raw emotion that had fueled his coldness. "Why?" I asked, my voice a quiet whisper. "Why did you believe I didn't care about you?"

He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes filled with a pained frustration. "I was jealous," he admitted, the words a rough confession. "I saw everything that happened. I saw you watching him, and I saw the look on ...