Page 58 of Gamebreaker

What could I possibly say? Sorry I weaponized your trauma because I'm too much of a coward to admit I'm attracted to you? Sorry I'm exactly the kind of person you should stay away from—someone who'll hurt you to protect themselves?

My phone buzzed. A text from Trish.

Trish

That was really bad, Cap.

Cam

I know.

Trish

She told you her truth. Trusted you with context. And you used it against her.

Cam

I didn't mean to.

Trish

Doesn't matter what you meant. Matters what you did.

She was right. Intent was irrelevant when the impact was desolation.

I called for my car, waiting on the steps while valets brought vehicles around in orchestrated coordination. Wealthy people streamed past me, some glancing over with curiosity, others pretending they hadn't witnessed my public failure.

When my BMW pulled up, I climbed in and drove on autopilot, muscle memory guiding me home while my brain replayed the confrontation on an endless loop.

Harper's face when I'd said those words. The way her expression had shifted from fury to hurt to awareness, understanding that I'd aimed for her weakest point deliberately. That I'd seen her vulnerability and used it as ammunition.

Just like her piece of shit ex-fiancé had done.

I'd become the person she feared most. The person who pretended to be safe while gathering information to weaponize later. The person who made her feel seen and then punished her for being visible.

I pulled into my garage, sat in the car with the engine off, and stared at the concrete wall in front of me.

My phone buzzed again. Isla this time.

Isla

Harper's not answering Mia's calls.

Cam

Is she okay?

Isla

Would you be okay if someone did that to you?

Cam

No.

Isla

Then you have your answer.