(Steve's pov)

“Enjoy your lunch. We'll talk later.” I lied. The damn words left a bitter taste in my mouth, a flimsy cover veiling the anger churning beneath. I wanted to drag her back, to finish what we started, to make her forget that pathetic excuse for a man.

I didn't give her a chance to say another word about the stupid lunch date, didn't wait for her response. Her face, half-hidden by her hair, had already hardened with defiance, and that’s what truly twisted the knife in my ...