Chapter eighty two

Selena

After seeing Angel’s message, my body felt numb, and I knew my heart still yearned for him. But I had to put on a facade, redirect my focus, and pretend that everything was fine. Daniel and I spent the night well, engaging in light-hearted conversation and laughter, allowing the warmth of our newfound connection to overshadow the complexities of our individual lives.

As the next day dawned, we made our way home, the events of the stormy night and Sylvia's elegant home lingering in the background of our thoughts. When we reached my doorstep, a sight caught my attention—a huge bouquet of flowers. At first, I assumed it was a romantic gesture from my boyfriend, but as I read the name on the card, reality shifted.

"Baby, come back to me," Angel's words echoed on the card. I rolled my eyes, concealing the internal turmoil his message stirred within me. Daniel, noticing my reaction, playfully teased me about the flowers, unaware of the history tied to them.

I hesitated but decided to