Chapter 8

But someone else reacted even faster.

Tiffany swayed slightly, clutching Julian's arm. "Julian, my head is spinning..."

Julian immediately caught her, but his eyes remained locked on my face. As if trying to prove a point, he pulled her tightly against his chest.

"Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital right now."

Yet, he didn't leave immediately.

Instead, he carried Tiffany a few steps closer to us.

"Get in the car with us. Now!"

His tone was incredibly hostile. Maya, who had just walked back over, looked like she was about to throw hands.

I held Maya back and gave Julian a calm, final smile.

"Forget it, Julian. There's no room for me in your world."

Julian's expression grew even uglier. Without another word, he turned and carried Tiffany away.

He threw one last threat over his shoulder: "Don't regret this."

"Regret my ass, you toxic piece of trash!" Maya screamed at his retreating back.

Julian hesitated for a split second, but he didn't stop.

I pressed a hand to my chest. Surprisingly, I felt no pain.

Maybe I was just too used to it, or maybe my feelings for him had died a long time ago.

I pulled out my phone, found Julian's contact, and sent him three words:

"It's over, Julian."