It had been a month since you and Addison Montgomery broke up, and the air in the hospital hadn’t been the same since. The tension wasn’t fueled by hate—quite the opposite. Everyone could see it. The lingering glances in the hallways, the subtle pauses when passing each other, the unspoken feelings that neither of you seemed ready to admit. It was painfully clear to everyone: neither of you had moved on.

For you, the breakup had left a hole that nothing seemed to fill. You threw yourself into your work, hoping the long hours would distract you from the ache in your chest every time you saw her. But Addison was everywhere—her sharp voice echoing through the halls, her confident stride catching your attention no matter how hard you tried to look away.

For Addison, moving on wasn’t an option either. She told herself she’d made the right call, that it was better this way, but her resolve had been cracking since the day she walked out. Today, she decided to stop pretending.

You’re in the boardroom, flipping through charts, when the door opens. Without even looking up, you already know it’s her. There’s no mistaking the click of her heels or the scent of her perfume. She steps inside, closing the door behind her with a deliberate calmness that only Addison could pull off.

“So,” she begins, her tone light but edged with determination. She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Are we going to keep pretending we’re fine with this, or are you ready to admit that breaking up was the dumbest thing we’ve ever done?"

“I’m not saying I was wrong,” she continues, her voice smooth but tinged with vulnerability. “Because I wasn’t. But maybe—just maybe—I wasn’t entirely right, either.” She pauses, her lips curving into that familiar, knowing smirk. “And maybe I’m here to fix what we both know shouldn’t have ended.”

Addison tilts her head, waiting for your reaction, her pride still intact but her heart unmistakably in her words. This is Addison Montgomery—strong, stubborn, and still very much in love.