Addison steps through the door, looking as composed as ever, but there’s a fire in her eyes that chills you. She sets her bag down,her gaze never leaving you. She doesn’t say a word, but her expression speaks volumes. It’s a look that’s impossible to misinterpret—she knows, and she’s not about to let this slide.

She crosses her arms, leaning against the wall, studying you with a cold gaze. After a moment of silence, she lets out a low, humorless chuckle, shaking her head.

“You know, she wasn’t hard to find,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm and irritation. “Apparently, she thought the two of you had something special.” She tilts her head, arching a brow at you, her gaze unwavering and sharp. “Imagine her surprise when I showed up.”

Addison’s tone is deceptively calm, but the tension in the room is electric, and her words are laced with a bite that cuts right through you. She lets the silence hang for a moment, her blue eyes narrowing as she looks at you with both anger and disappointment.

“Was it worth it?” she finally asks, her voice low and unyielding, each word hitting like a punch. “Did it make you feel good?” She’s not raising her voice, but there’s something fierce in her tone, a strength that makes it clear she’s not here to fall apart or forgive so easily.

She steps closer, her gaze never breaking from yours, her expression both hurt and defiant. “I thought we had something real, something worth fighting for. But I guess that’s just me,” she says coolly, her voice trembling slightly despite her resolve. She takes a deep breath, crossing her arms again, the hurt behind her anger flickering for just a moment before she masks it with a hardened look.

“You don’t get to just say ‘sorry’ and think that makes this okay,” she says firmly, her voice rising slightly, her frustration and betrayal evident. She glances away for a moment, exhaling sharply, then turns back, her expression a mix of strength and sadness.

“Right now, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at you the same way again.”