Catching them off guard with her abrupt question, Angel left Tryson and Alex momentarily stunned.
A frown creased their faces as they struggled to understand why she had said such a thing.
Yet, deep within their hearts, both men knew—it was inevitable. Sooner or later, she was bound to bring it up.
"Tryson," Angel called, her voice carrying a weight that made him tense.
She turned toward him, her gaze locking onto his, but all she saw was the same confusion mirrored in his expression, just like the others.
Of course, she expected that. After all, Tryson knew nothing about her past.
"I'll be going now," she murmured, slipping her hand from his grasp.
Inside, her heart pounded violently against her ribs, each step she took feeling heavier than the last. The whirlwind of emotions threatened to consume her, yet she pressed on.
The man responsible for all the pain she had endured—the very one who had turned her world upside down—stood somewhere in the same space as her.
