But… to her, they were nothing more than a "mistake."
In this entire world, the woman he loved most was on her knees, begging him to let her go.
Could anything be more painfully ironic than that?
"Fine," he heard his own voice say, flat and hollow. "I'll let you go. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."
Whether as lovers, or as the 'sister' and 'brother' they'd once pretended to be… whatever they were, it was over now.
They would be like two parallel lines, destined to never meet again.
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Garrett Vincent brought Rachel back to her small rented apartment. After a week away, not much had changed.
Just a fine layer of dust in the corners.
"You really didn't have to kneel to him," Garrett said quietly, breaking the silence. "Even if you hadn't, I would have found another way."
Rachel managed a weak, bitter smile. It felt like a twisted kind of payback.
