Angela’s POV
After the fight with Alex, I couldn’t take it anymore. His constant need to control everything, his overprotectiveness, and his insistence on being in charge, it was suffocating. I needed to get away.
As I packed my bag, I didn’t even glance at him. He was standing in the doorway, frustration and desperation clear on his face, but I didn’t care. My heart pounded, and I knew he was hoping I’d change my mind, but I was done.
I muttered to myself, “I have to do this for me. I can’t keep living like this. I need to breathe, to think clearly. I’m not going to let him stop me.”
His voice cut through the silence. “Angela, can we talk about this? Please?”
I didn’t look up. “There’s nothing left to say, Alex. I need space. I need to figure things out on my own.”
“Angela, please,
