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I straighten my back and internally congratulate myself for keeping my own voice even. “It’s important, Florian. The night we spent together two months ago—”
He doesn't let me finish, interrupting me right away. “Means nothing to me.” I pale at this, and my nails cut into my skin as I welcome the hurtful sensations grounding me to the present and not letting me be consumed by my grief.
“I know. You made that absolutely clear.” I twist my hands together and continue to talk, barely pushing the words out while gulping for deep breaths. He probably sees how hard it is for me, but I’m past caring. The only thing that matters is confessing the truth because that’s the right thing to do. I don’t ever want to be accused of stealing his child from him. “There is something you should know.” I take several steps toward him.
His icy chuckle echoes off the walls, and he tangles his fingers in his hair before spitting out, “I’ve never had someone cling to me so much after sex.” I freeze, and he tips my chin up so our eyes meet while he leans closer, his scent wrapping around me and suffocating me because absolute fury coats it. “No one is attracted to desperate, and you, darling, reek of it.” He glances at the platinum watch on his wrist and announces, “I have a threesome waiting for me. Unless you don’t mind joining me? You can stay and watch if you want.” He taps on my nose. “Might learn a thing or two.”
I slap him hard, my palm bouncing off his cheek and leaving a red imprint on his skin. I hope it fucking hurts like hell, although it would pale compared to the gaping wound he just inflicted on me.
Florian’s jaw tics, but otherwise, he shows no outer reaction while I breathe heavily, each of my words steelier than the previous one. “Did you really think I’d want to be with you after you ran away like a coward? How delusional could you be?” I dig my finger in his chest. “News flash, darling, no dick on this planet is good enough to make me a doormat. Especially not yours.” I flip my hair back, the locks falling over my shoulder, while smoothing down my red summer dress.
All this time, I’ve punished myself for falling in love with my brother’s best friend and allowed him to convince me I’m some kind of criminal for daring to do so.
But you know what?
He was a willing participant in all of this, and I’m sick and tired of him acting as if I somehow corrupted him.
My love is not a poison just because he doesn’t want it, and I’m done coming up with excuses for him.
Florian has a heart. It's too bad that it turned out to be rotten and ruthless, just like his sadistic nature.
“I’m pregnant. I thought you deserved to hear it from me. So now, sincerely, go fuck yourself, Florian.”
I don’t give myself time to study his shocked expression or wait for more bullshit to spit from his mouth.
I turn around and march back to the table, focusing only on my rage; otherwise, the pain and blood seeping from the invisible wound in my heart would destroy me.
Once upon a time, I researched love, craving to know how this process works because my forbidden crush seemed so dirty and unattainable.
According to scientists, we fall in love due to smells, hormones, and other chemical processes happening in our body, while the romantics describe these incredible emotions as swiping you off your feet where all you can think about is this particular person.
And while everyone has a different opinion, what most people agreed on was this.
We don’t control who we love. It just happens.
I can’t control my love for Florian. It can’t just vanish in thin air after years of pining and now carrying his child.
This feeling of mine, though?
It won’t rule over me anymore, urging me to do stupid shit in hopes of him changing his mind and finally seeing me.
I’ve spent my whole life fighting for everyone to see me and failed.
I no longer wish to do so.
Love is either freely given or has no point at all. Can you really be happy if you’re exhausted from fighting for it all the time?
Florian was right.
Unrequited love is an illusion.
And mine just finally crashed and burned.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“As a little boy, my grandfather called me a prince.
Because I’m an heir to a powerful empire and have a legacy to uphold.
