Choosing the Cold Over Your Chaos

Summary

I had broken up with Dani six times, and every single time, it was because of Christian.

To fund the lavish lifestyle of that bankrupt rich kid, she would constantly sneak out behind my back to run illegal canyon races, literally risking her life to bring home cash.

Every time I finally lost my mind and ended things, she would end up on her knees in front of me, her eyes bloodshot, sobbing and swearing that it was the absolute last time.

But then I’d look at her bruises, her cuts, and the sheer exhaustion etched into her face, and my chest would ache. I’d soften. I always softened.