The moment those words reached Tiffany's ears, the tension coiled tightly inside her snapped.
A wave of pent-up sorrow surged up from the depths of her heart, stinging her eyes until they burned with unshed tears.
"Hmm," She set down her cup, resting her head lightly on Camilla's shoulder as her eyes fluttered shut.
Silent tears traced down her cheeks.
Even though she knew Arlo wasn't worth it, the sadness still overwhelmed her.
Just this once.
For the last time.
Camilla gently stroked Tiffany's back, offering quiet comfort through her presence.
Time slipped away unnoticed.
Ramsey was the first to step into the living room, briefcase in hand, only to freeze at the sight of Camilla and Tiffany locked in what appeared to be an intimate embrace.
His steps faltered, the smile on his face stiffening as he opened his mouth to speak— But before he could, a tall, imposing figure strode in from the corner of his vision.
