Regrets

Blake POV

Sitting at the table, last night’s events replay in my mind like a broken record. Dhalia’s voicemail kept echoing in my head, but after the first one, I couldn’t bring myself to listen to the others. The pain in her voice, the sheer brokenness, it was too much. It makes me question everything—did we get it all wrong? I haven’t listened to the other messages, and I can’t. Not yet.

“He needs to eat,” Chase mutters from across the table, and I know he’s right. Jax has been silent since the event, like a ghost walking through the house. He didn’t eat last night, and this morning, he’s barely touched anything. Sighing, I decide to face him, even if it means enduring whatever anger he’s bound to throw my way.

When I get to his room, I push the door open and find him sitting on the bed, the phone pressed against his ear. I don’t need to ask to know that he’s listening to her voicemails. The pain radiating from his eyes tells me everything. He pulls the phone away, presses the scree