Chapter 191 Hundred And Ninety One

• Belle's POV
• The balcony suddenly felt too hot and too small with Zane standing there. It wasn’t the balcony itself, but the air between us—heavy, charged, suffocating. My chest tightened as I tried to blink back the tears that wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want to cry, not now, not in front of him, but it was like a dam had broken inside me, and I had no control anymore.
• Zane watched me, his dark eyes full of concern, and I hated how much I wanted him to fix everything, even though I knew he couldn’t. This wasn’t something anyone could fix. I felt raw, exposed in a way I hadn’t expected. I thought running would solve everything, that distance would make it easier to forget, to move on. But seeing him here, in front of me, only made my feelings for him sharper, more painful.