Amelia's POV

I make it to the elevator before the tears start.

My hand slams against the button. Once. Twice. The doors take forever to open. When they finally do, I stumble inside. Press the lobby button with shaking fingers.

The doors close. I collapse against the wall.

The truth. He finally gave me the truth.

And it's worse than I imagined.

Because it wasn't that he stopped loving me. Wasn't that I wasn't enough. It was that Lydia played on every insecurity, every fear, every wound from his ...