Chapter 52
- *Harden, I Don't Need You*
- Harden’s POV:
- I sat behind my desk, staring at the phone in my hand. The screen was dark, but Elara’s number was already pulled up. It had been a week since I’d last seen her, a week since she slapped me and stormed out. I still felt the sting of that slap—not just on my cheek, but deep inside me. One part of me kept replaying my actions from our last meeting.