Chapter 75 I Want You To Come To Me, Elena

Elena’s Point Of View The night air hit me like a slap as I stormed out into the parking lot, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The valet called after me, his voice muffled by the roar of blood in my ears. “Ma’am! Your car…” Screw the car. I needed air. I needed space. I needed to breathe before I exploded. My hands trembled, my fingers curled into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood. The pain was grounding, a reminder that I was still here, still standing, even if it felt like my whole world had just shattered at my feet. And then… I broke. Not a whimper. Not a tear. A sob tore from my throat, raw and ugly, the kind of sound that clawed its way out from somewhere deep and broken inside me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed against the cold, unyielding marble of the nearest pillar, my body racked with violent, angry tears. Fuck this. Fuck him. Fuck all of them. I hated this. I hated feeling like this… weak, exposed, like I was drowning in a sea