All Chapters of His to Consume : Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Lena's POVI stood on the curb clutching my bag handles tightly and watching the morning sun ignite a golden hue all over the city. Beside me stood Damien, tall and composed, though he was scanning my face as if searching for some treasure that, honestly, I don't think I could ever give him. He had a steady bearing; a kind of quiet observer with a mind as sharp as possible with a knack for problem-solving. But this one, he couldn't solve no matter how badly he wanted to."Lena," Damien started, his voice low and steady. "You don't have to do this at all. Walk away for now, sure. But running away entirely? That's not you."He tilted his head so that I could meet his stare. My heart ached with all that concern etched into his features. Damien was my rock in everything, yet he couldn't understand the weight of my decision. It was not merely about leaving Grant; it was about everything I had previously attached to my identity."Running away isn't what I'm doing, Damien," I said softly, th

Gants POV It was warm and golden in the dining room; a chandelier threw its warm light across the polished mahogany table. The vast expanse of it was excessive for just three placed settings as it had always been-opulent, formal, and cold, like the house itself.As I stepped into the dining room, all eyes fell on me. Sitting with a glass of red wine, poised yet again, she was Cassidy. Blonde hair lit up by light framed delicate features, and the smile, that turned out to be a sunny one upon seeing me, was shown. The same smile she used to have when she used to disarm me, but this time, it got on my nerves."You just made it," my mother said as she walked in from the other side of the great room. She gestures toward the seat laden across from Cassidy. I didn't sit down. Instead, I stood, arms crossed, at the head of the table, surveying the scene with irritation and exhaustion. "I thought Cassidy was going to leave."The smile on Cassidy's face faltered momentarily but was back on ag

Grants PovI, too, stood up and walked closer. "You think it's easy for me? That I don't feel every damn day the weight of what we've conjured up?"She turned to face me and her eyes were welling up with tears which she didn't let fall. "Then why are you still here, Grant? Why can't you let me go?"The question cut deeper than I was willing to admit. I raked my hand through my hair; the frustration and pain were starting to overwhelm me. "Because I can't," I said finally, barely above a whisper.Her breath stuttered, and I thought I caught a flicker of some hope? Doubt? I'm not sure in her eyes. But then she steeled herself, her features hardening. "This partnership needs to end," she said with all firmness. "For both our sakes.”I stepped up to her, gazing right at her. "You really think that severing our partnership is going to erase me from your life? From your heart?"She flinched but didn't withdraw. "This isn't about erasure. It's giving space for healing."I laughed bitterly a