Chapter 152

EMILIA

Deja vu hits me like a slap.

“I’d rather not,” I say, glaring at him. “I’m perfectly comfortable over here.”

His smile falters. He exhales like he’s carrying the weight of the world. “I know I messed up, Emmy. I’m not even gonna defend myself. I just—” he sets the cup down with a soft clink, “—need to explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain, Zane.” I scoff. “It’s been almost a year. I’ve moved on. I don’t need closure, I don’t need apologies. What I do need is an explanation for how the hell you got in here—and a reason not to call the police.”

“Emmy, please—”

“Do not call me that!” The words come out sharp, cutting through the air. My patience is gone. I’m not even angry, just done—done with whatever fantasy he’s built up in his head. “And don’t take another step.”

His face crumples, but of course, he ignores me. Typical. I hiss under my breath, pull out my phone, and start dialing.

“You think I’m kidding?” My voice trembles, but