Damien exhaled through his nose, his smirk widening slightly as he leaned back in his chair.
"That whore, Celia?" he drawled, his voice laced with mockery. "She can go fuck herself. I stopped being a bitch and decided that this stupid fucking lifestyle didn't suit me. So, I changed it."
Silence.
For a moment, Kaine, Ezra, and Moren just stared at him.
It was one thing for Damien to have broken off the engagement. That had been shocking enough.
But this?
This casual, almost dismissive way he spoke about Celia Everwyn—the girl he had worshipped for years, the girl he had once bent over backward for?
This wasn't just a break-up.
This was something else entirely.
Ezra was the first to react. He let out a quiet whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Damn," he muttered. "You really are a different person."
