Meliza's POV
"I deserve your anger," Ethan whispered, his voice low and rough as we lay together on my bed, the soft hum of silence wrapping around us. "You can yell at me if you want. Scream. Hit me. I wouldn't blame you."
His words pierced through the quiet, but I didn't respond right away.
Instead, I stared at the ceiling, blinking back the heat that was building in my chest. Not from rage—but from heartbreak. Because even after everything, all he wanted was for me to release the pain on him. I want to let it out so I don't have to carry it alone.
"No," I finally whispered, turning slightly so I could see his face. "You suffered too, Ethan. Probably more than I realized."
He looked at me, surprised. But I held his gaze this time, needing him to understand.