"What the fuck do you mean?"
His voice cut through the room cold, lethal.
Sofía didn't flinch. She held his stare, blue eyes blazing with unwavering resolve, defiance flickering in their depths.
"I lied," she said evenly, her fingers drifting slowly over the gauze wrapped around her hand.
"Ana, don't fuck with me," he growled, the warning sharp and unmistakable.
"I didn't love you," she repeated, her tone calm, almost detached. The words landed heavy, brutal, impossible for him to process.
"You didn't lie then you're lying now," he snapped.
A cold chuckle slipped from her lips.
"That's what you think," she shot back, her voice turning sharp, precise. "That's what you need to believe so your heart doesn't shatter."
His eyes narrowed.
"Your mind can't accept the truth," she continued ruthlessly. "That's why you're stuck in denial."
Then again mercilessly
"I never loved you."
This time, she couldn't look at him. She turned her face away, refusing his eyes.
