I inhale slowly, steadying myself. I deserve better. And I don’t mean Maddox. I don’t. This isn’t about him. This is about me. About the fact that I’ve spent two years molding myself into the perfect, easygoing, supportive girlfriend. About the fact that I never ask for too much. That I never demand more than what he’s willing to give. Because somewhere deep down, I knew. I knew he would never choose me. So I made sure he never had to. The realization makes my stomach twist, but Asher doesn’t look upset.
