"Lucas, who do you think you are? Are you worthy of my dedicated attention?"
I took two steps forward, my gaze sliding past him and fixing directly on Selena.
“Selena,” I said evenly, “three days ago, you swore before me that you’d cut ties with this man and begged for my forgiveness. You cried then, too.”
I tilted my head slightly. “Tell me, are your tears more sincere now? Or do they just look better in front of an audience?”
Her face blanched, her eyes darting nervously.
Then, as if finding courage, she clutched Lucas tighter and screamed, “Ethan! That’s enough!”
“You forced me back then! I was scared you’d hurt Lucas!”
“Now I finally understand—running away won’t solve anything. You’ll never let him go!”
“You just can’t stand that he and I truly love each other!”
“True love?” I echoed with a cold smile. “So your version of ‘true love’ is to parade your lover in a wheelchair, begging for sympathy?”
“Is this what you call protecting him?”
I gave a short, humorless laugh. “Seems your love comes pretty cheap.”
“You—!” Selena trembled with fury.
Lucas caught her hand and murmured gently, trying to calm her before looking up at me again.