The air was heavy with tension, thick like a storm about to break. Ava's hands trembled slightly, her chest rising and falling as she fought the whirlwind of emotions surging inside her.
"You're right," she said finally, her voice cracking with pain. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
"I didn't want it. I'm not worthy of your family."
The bitterness in her tone could slice through steel. Her voice shook, but her gaze was steady, wounded but strong.
Her heart pounded as she took a step back, breathing heavily.
"I'm leaving!" she shouted, her voice filled with anger and heartbreak. It wasn't just frustration anymore, it was deep pain mixed with the feeling of betrayal. Her emotions boiled over, no longer containable.
As she turned to walk away, Liam suddenly reached out, grabbing her wrist with trembling fingers. His grip was firm, but not forceful, more like a desperate attempt to hold on to something slipping through his hands.
