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Bethany's POV
I knew exactly what I was doing.
The moment I walked into Mason's office, I was playing with fire. But then again, I'd been burning for a while now—suffocating in the flames of his cruelty, his control, his suffocating grasp on my life.
I was just finally ready to burn him back.
He was sitting behind his massive oak desk, signing papers, looking every bit like the ruthless Alpha he was. Cold. Calculated. Pretending to be above everything, including me.
I cleared my throat. "We need to talk."
Mason didn't look up. "If it's about Emily, she got what she deserved."
My fists clenched at my sides, but I forced my voice to stay even. "No, Mason. It's about us."
That got his attention. He set his pen down carefully, like he was already anticipating a fight. "Us?" he echoed, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.
I stepped closer, meeting his gaze without fear. "I don't love you," I said simply.
