“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, his voice sharp, commanding, furious.
I didn’t move.
He lunged toward the fire, trying to salvage what remained, but the heat forced him back. He cursed under his breath as his hands reddened, stamping at the embers in a desperate attempt to put out what was already gone.
“Have you lost your mind?” he snapped, spinning toward me. “Do you even understand what you just destroyed? Years of memories—gone. Why would you do this?”
I met his gaze without flinching.
“Because memories are meaningless when the promises behind them are broken,” I replied evenly. “You said you’d give me reasons to choose you. Instead, you handed that role to someone else before we even reached the end.”
His jaw tightened. “You’re twisting this. Camila—”
“Camila,” I cut in calmly, “took exactly what you allowed her to take. The photos. The comments. The way she leans on you in public. Don’t pretend it’s accidental. And don’t insult me by thinking I wouldn’t notice.”
He stepped closer, his voice lowering, almost pleading.
“You’re wrong. She works for me. As CEO, I’m responsible for—”