(Ayra's POV)
I stepped into my office, my hands trembling slightly as I shut the door behind me.
My chest was tight with suppressed emotions and my breaths coming out unevenly as I tried to steady myself.
The confrontation with Kyle had left me shaken, but I had managed to keep my composure.
Barely.
I pressed my fingers against my temple, inhaling deeply to calm myself.
He had the audacity to show up at my office with that stupid bouquet, thinking a grand gesture would erase everything.
The way he looked at me—surprised, almost wounded—made my stomach churn with anger.
He expected me to fold, to apologize like I always did, to let him back in without question.
But things had changed. I had changed.
I walked over to my desk and sank into my chair, my mind still spinning.
I could feel the anger still simmering beneath my skin, but I forced myself to focus.
