The Reckoning

Victor's POV I've lost her, and it's entirely my fault. The office feels like a mausoleum after she leaves—her empty desk a monument to everything I've destroyed. I stand in my doorway, staring at the space where Amelia sat for three years, and feel something inside me crack beyond repair. "Victor?" Miley's voice grates like nails on glass. "Are you even listening to me?" I'm not. Haven't been since Amelia walked out. All I can hear is her voice breaking as she said I hate you more than anyone. "We need to discuss damage control," Miley continues, oblivious. "That little scene was embarrassing for both our families. My father is already asking questions, and your father—" "Get out." She blinks. "Excuse me?" "Get. Out." I turn to face her, and whatever she sees in my expression makes her step back. "Leave my office. Leave this building. And don't come back." "You can't be serious. Our engagement—" "Is over." The words taste like freedom and ash. "Tell your father, tell mine, tell whoeve