A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

His voice, a soft interjection, carried a heavy question.

“We’re done?”

Yet he pressed on, his words a mix of hope and fear.

“If you didn’t care, Alexis, you wouldn’t have touched the boxes.

”

Their sighs filled the space between words, heavy with unspoken truths.

Time stretched on before Alexis whispered her resolve.

“You’re mistaken.

The gifts, they’re not mine to hold.

”

With a final click, she ended the call, the silence speaking volumes.

A blanket of sadness wrapped around her as she drifted to the window.

night offered a view of gold-tinted roses unfolding skyward, their brilliance a

the darkness,

glistening unnoticed until they blazed their trails down

fell, not for what moved her now but for the love they once

figure claimed the

shirt she favored, his silhouette was a sharp cut against the night, the embers of his cigarette punctuating the

lifted to her, brimming with fondness, aware that she

surge of bitterness

her phone, punching in his number, noticing how his face lit up with

sour as

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

they stir nothing in

that image-your ki*s on Anika, the joy in your touch, the

It’s futile.

are etched in me, an indelible mark we can’t

”

him, letting

night laid its cool touch on Leonel’s skin, his

“Please.