The image of her wearing Alex Carter's clothes on the yacht—
The way Ethan had turned away, his expression cold, his departure absolute—
It had all been too much.
Too many things had happened.
Too many wounds had been carved into them.
Standing before him now, Lily felt unworthy.
She had no right to chase after love anymore.
"You're telling me if I don't see you, you can't survive?!"
Ethan's voice was sharp, laced with irritation.
His gaze was dark, unreadable.
"Lily Anderson, you don't need me. You can live just fine without me."
Could she?
Was that even possible?
Lily tightened her grip around the cup, taking another sip.
The warmth settled in her stomach, but her hands still trembled.
Her eyes—red and swollen—lifted slightly.
"Will you try to kill yourself again?"
Ethan's words came hard and fast, his tone demanding.
"Will you?"
Lily hesitated.
Her voice was hoarse when she finally whispered, "I... I don't know."
She didn't know how to move forward.
