#Chapter 195: Dark Decisions

Olivia The weight of the room bore down on me, pressing against my chest, making it difficult to breathe. It was as though the walls were absorbing the tensions, the fears, the unspoken resentments of our conversation, and reflecting them back onto us. The dimly lit room was only brightened by the soft, flickering candlelight, causing the shadows to dance in a macabre ballet, resonating with my pounding heart. “Nathan,” my voice was strained, trying to convey the disbelief, the hurt. “You can’t seriously mean that.” He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, sighing deeply, his every gesture screaming of conflict. “Olivia, believe me when I say I don't want to even think about giving up Elliot. Every fiber of my being rebels against the very idea, but we may have to face the reality if we can’t find any other solution.” His words were like a dagger, each syllable cutting deep. “Reality?” I echoed, bitterness creeping into my voice. “Our reality or the reality