She reached into her purse and placed the ring he'd given her on the table, along with the bracelet from Isabella. "I really hope you meet someone who's right for you."
Her calm and composed attitude only fanned the flames of his fury.
She wanted a peaceful, civilized breakup?
Damian suddenly stood up, eyes locked onto her with a cold glare. "No. You don't owe me anything."
Elena's chest tightened. He had every right to feel wronged. After all, they'd been intimate—more than once.
"So, you're agreeing to the breakup?" she asked quietly.
"Yes." His voice was like steel. "Let's part ways on good terms."
Damian Blackwell, the man who commanded the powerful Blackwell family, was being dumped—and in public, no less. That alone was enough of a blow to his pride. Throwing a scene over it would only deepen the humiliation.
The words on good terms felt like they were dragged from the pit of his soul.
Elena gave a stiff nod, her smile frozen, and watched him walk out.
