Leonard.
I honestly couldn't understand what was going on inside Theresa's head.
No matter how many times I replayed the conversation in my mind, none of it made sense.
Why would she agree to go back with Alex?
The question kept echoing inside my head relentlessly.
Hadn't we done everything possible to make her comfortable here?
Hadn't we protected her?
Hadn't we supported and cared for her?
Then why?
Why was she suddenly willing to return to the very man who had hurt her?
Another thought struck me, and my chest tightened painfully.
Does she love Alex?
The possibility made something dark stir inside me.
I immediately clenched my fists. The pressure was so intense that my knuckles turned white.
The thought alone irritated me more than I cared to admit.
Theresa belonged with us—with me.
How could she possibly love someone else?
How could she choose him after everything?
The questions refused to leave my mind.
Frustration and jealousy churned violently inside me.
