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He stands abruptly. “Don’t leave me,” he says quietly
I cup his face in my hands. “I have to.”
He shakes his head. “We can work this out.”
“No, baby, we can’t.” I kiss him softly on the lips. “I want you to be happy.” He puts his arms around me. “You make me happy.”
“I don’t. I make you feel obligated. Confused. Guilty. That’s not happy.”
He swallows the lump in his throat, and I know he knows I’m right.
“What am I going to do without you?” he whispers as he dusts the backs of his fingers down my face.
My eyes hold his. “Keep living with Alina’s ghost and go to back to your prostitutes. You’re safe there.”
He closes his eyes, and I take the opportunity to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you,” I whisper.
His face creases against mine. Eventually, I pull out of his arms and drag my suitcase through the front door to the car. The driver gets
out and puts it in the boot.
I get into the car and stare out of the window.
Julian doesn’t come out to say goodbye. I look up and see Willow at her window watching me leave. I give her a small wave, and I try my hardest to hold it together.
The driver gets into the car. “Where will it be, Miss?”
Straight to Hell?
Oh, wait. I’m already there.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I’m in love with a broken man,
And there’s nothing I can do.
They say everything has a reason, a lesson to learn.
Haven’t I had enough fucking lessons? Haven’t I had enough emotionally damaged men in my life already? When am I going to be someone’s lesson? When will someone love me more than people from their past?
And what can I possibly learn from feeling this much pain?
It’s complete bullshit.
I stare at the hotel room’s wall from my position on the uncomfortable bed. I haven’t got out of it since I arrived yesterday.
It’s been the longest twenty-four hours of my life.
I’m broken—so broken. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I wish I couldn’t feel.
A week ago, I had a home, children to take care of, and naughty pets that chewed stuff up. I had a man who worshipped the ground that I walked on, but it was all some kind of optical illusion. They were never really mine.
They were borrowed…
