Chapter 4

Stella's POV

The car interior fell deathly silent.

I held the phone, taking a long time to find my voice.

"Griffin, what kind of joke is this?"

"I'm not joking."

The voice on the other end became utterly serious.

"Stella, since Lucas doesn't treasure you, let me. We grew up together. I absolutely won't let you suffer even the slightest grievance."

I lowered my eyes, looking at my bandaged wrist.

Seven years of love. I'd lost completely and utterly.

But I, Stella, was never someone who would wallow in the mud.

Since I'd decided to cut ties, I would cut…