Olivia's POV
Levi's hand closed around my arm, firm and trembling. He pulled me to face him, his eyes dark with worry and exhaustion.
"Olivia," he said quietly, his voice low but edged with frustration. "What did you do?"
His tone struck something inside me, that same mix of guilt and fury I'd been holding back.
I yanked my arm free, glaring at him through tears. "Why do you sound like that? Like you're afraid of what I might do instead of hoping it works? Sometimes I feel like you don't even want him back!"
The words came out before I could stop them, and I hated myself for it.
Levi froze. The look on his face shattered me instantly—a flicker of disbelief, then pain. His jaw clenched, his voice breaking. "How can you say that?"
For a heartbeat, guilt stabbed through my chest. I hadn't meant it, not like that. But the pain inside me was too raw to take it back.
"I didn't mean—" I started, my voice softening, but it didn't matter. The damage was already done.
