Maya's POV
"Julian," I said, my voice cutting through the hospital silence like a blade. "You're a backstabbing fool, and we both know it. But you're not a criminal yet. You still have time to walk away before she drags you down with her. When this whole mess explodes, you don't want to be standing too close."
He nodded like a man finally waking up from a bad dream, his face pale and drawn.
"You're right," he whispered, barely audible.
"I know you are. I just can't figure out why I'm still here. Why I still give a damn about what happens to her."
"Because you're weak," I replied without mercy. "You can't handle the truth that she never cared about you. Accepting that would mean admitting you destroyed everything for absolutely nothing. And here's the thing, Julian. I don't feel sorry for you. Not one bit. Point fingers all you want, but you made your choice."
