Then gravity took over. I crashed into the sea, and the bone-piercing cold swallowed me whole.
Consciousness returned in a haze of antiseptic and pain.
A cold hand rested on my forehead. I blinked, my vision clearing to reveal Adam hovering over me. Worry was etched into his features—but the moment our eyes met, it vanished. An icy mask slammed down over his face.
I had foolishly thought the accident might have sparked a flicker of guilt. I was wrong.
He straightened, looking down at me with sneering contempt. "You're lucky to be alive. If I hadn't spotted you, you wouldn't have lasted the night." He shook his head, disgust dripping from every word. "I never expected this from you, Layla. Staging a suicide attempt just to play the victim? You'd really go that far to dodge responsibility?"
His gaze darkened. "You gambled with your life just to spite Lola. Now the internet is tearing her apart. Are you satisfied?"
I stared at him in disbelief, my fingernails digging into my palms until the skin broke. The physical agony radiating through my battered body paled against the sting of his words.