YELENA

I leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling again.

His company.

Of course.

It had been falling because he kept staying around me. Following me. Ignoring everything else.

I sighed softly. “I hope you fixed it…” I whispered.

Because I didn’t want people talking. I didn’t want fingers pointing at me. Saying I was the reason.

Even when I had pushed him away again and again.

Even when I told him to leave.

And he never did.

I locked my phone and closed my eyes for a ...