His Regret, My Freedom

hitecture student who saw the beauty in his chaotic energy. I helped him write his business plan on coffee-stained napkins in the ca

a team. We built everything tog

a CEO, a brand, a public figure. Our conversations shifted from dreams and fears to stock prices and market shares. He stopp

designed, high-maintenance assets. Like

Skylar on my sofa, in my living room. I felt a wave

ced, grabbing my keys and

g?" Ethan demanded,

ing at him. I walked out th

tered floors, half-finished canvases, and the smell of turpentine and creativity. Maya was the

ked into them, letting out a breath

use," I said, my voice mu

u know, Chloe, it's not too late. You could fight this. You coul

To drag it out for years? To have Leo watch us tear each

just... the injustice of it all. He gets to walk away with a new,

curly hair. "Sorry. I shouldn't be telling you

e wh

lm. It's

," I said, a bitter taste in my m

le guest bed. I was exhausted, but sleep wouldn't come. I tossed an

alled out for Ethan, for Leo, but only my own voice echoed back. Then, I turned a corner, and Skylar was standing there, in the cr

r a second, I didn't know where I was. Th

house and brought him here, letting him crawl into bed with me. H

nchor in this storm. I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him close, and