“She knows who you are, doesn’t she? What do you think a girl like that wants from you? A gold digger! She has nothing to offer—no name, no bloodline!”
It felt like someone punched me in the lungs.
Then—bam. A door slammed.
Zeus stormed back in, jaw clenched tight, grabbed my hand like he was ready to burn the whole damn place down.
“We’re leaving!” he said.
“Zeus—” his Dad roared, “Walk out that door and you’re done. Don’t expect a dime. Don’t call. Don’t even think about this family ever again!”
He froze at the door for just a second. Then turned, grabbed the sad little cake from the table, and tossed it right at his feet.
“Then I disowned myself!” he growled.
The streets outside were dead quiet, snow crunching beneath our boots. Subway had stopped. Taxis were ghosts. We walked across the overpass to some budget hotel, wind screaming through the city like it was trying to rip us apart.
All around us, windows glowed warm, like distant stars. But none of those lights were mine.
I kept my eyes on the sidewalk and whispered, “Let’s break up, Zeus.”
He said nothing.
“Zeus, I—”