Page 273 of Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)


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She’s here.

I stand and run to the front door, opening it in a rush. But it’s Wyatt who stands before me, not Charlotte.

“Hi.” I look past him. “Where is she?”

Sympathy flares in his eyes. “Charlotte asked me to bring you this.” He holds out a sealed cream envelope. I read my name written on the front in her fancy handwriting.

My eyes search his. “Where is she?” I whisper, pushing it past the lump in my throat.

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, man, she isn’t here. She wanted me to hand deliver you this.”

I don’t remember closing the door, getting back to my place by the fire, or opening the letter.

I hold it in shaky hands.

My beautiful Spencer.

Happy birthday, my darling.

I wish I could be with you today to celebrate.

I frown and close it back up. I can’t do it. I can’t read this fucking letter. I don’t want this fucking letter.

&n

bsp; I want her.

Somehow, I force myself to read on.

I’m so sorry for the pain you’ve suffered over the last two weeks.

Please forgive me, my love.

Inflicting this on you is something that I will never recover from.

We meet people at certain times of our lives for reasons unknown.

But I know exactly why I met you.

You taught me how to love, and how to be loved in the most beautiful way.

I cannot thank you enough for all of the times that we have shared.

However…

“No.” My heart begins to race and I skim ahead on the letter. “No, Charlotte.” My eyes fill with tears. “Don’t you fucking do this to me,” I whisper angrily. “Don’t you dare fucking do this to me.”

No matter how hard I try,

I cannot move past your relationship with Penelope.

It kills me that I can’t be a bigger person,

and I can barely see what I’m writing through my tears right now.

My heart is completely broken, and it will never recover.

It’s not fair for you to be with me when

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