Chapter 83 - The Rift

Ivy’s POV

I couldn’t move.

Leo’s words cut through me like a knife.

‘Just go, Ivy.’

The weight of my own breath felt unbearable, my chest tightening as guilt twisted deep in my stomach. I wanted to scream that I didn’t do it on purpose. That I would never—could never—hurt him. But the words stuck in my throat.

Leo lay there, his skin paler than before, his breaths shallow but steady as Isabella tended to him. I should have been the one at his side. I should have been the one holding his hand, whispering apologies, doing anything to take away the pain I had caused.

But instead, Isabella was there.

‘He could have died!’ Her words still rang in my ears, looping over and over.

Leo still wouldn’t look at me.

I took a step back, my fingers trembling.

“I didn’t mean to…” My voice cracked.

No one answered.

No one even looked at me.

I felt like a ghost in the room, unnoticed and abandoned.