Page 74 of Dark Heart


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“What is it?”

“You look good,” I say, my eyes moving down. “The tuxedo looks great on you.”

“You too,” he says, giving me a side-eyed glance.

“What did they say to you?”

“It wasn’t about me. They said a lot about you.”

“Really? What exactly did they say?”

A bitter smile tugs at his lips.

“That you’re a failure... And you would’ve had a great future had you not dropped out of Med School. That no decent man would marry you.”

I sigh.

“You can’t change the way people think or see things.”

He shifts his eyes to me.

“If you’re a failure, what the hell am I ?” he asks.

“Listen… It doesn’t matter what they say.”

“It doesn’t matter what they say unless it’s the truth.”

He pulls away, heading to the bungalow.

I pick up the bottom of my gown and rush after him, trying to keep my balance.

“It’s not the truth, Jaden,” I say, catching up with him.

“It’s not when it comes to you. You’re as far from a failure as I’ve ever seen. I don’t know anyone else so young, making the kind of money you make and running their life the way they want. And unless you do something illegal–– which I doubt––you’re someone I’d consider a success.”

He stops, and I do that, too, trying to catch my breath.

“Do you really mean it?” I ask.

“Every fucking word,” he says.

We enter the bungalow a few moments later.

He darts to the closet and spends a few moments collecting his clothes before slipping his travel bag onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m leaving.”

“You don’t have to leave. We’re not going back.”

“It doesn’t make a difference to me,” he says, shedding his clothes.

He pulls his jeans and a T-shirt on and then shoves everything else into his bag.

He places the tuxedo on the bed.

“I’m not such a success,” I say, my voice lined with a rather sad realization.

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