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“Yes.” She threw her arms up. “I’m back in the game. Bartholomew is my first client. Happy?”
It was like a blade sliced across my throat. I could feel the blood drip down and soak into my shirt. “Do you have any idea who he is—”
“Dangerous drug lord. Yes, I know exactly who he is.”
“What happened, Camille?” I asked in desperation. “You said you wanted a family. You said you wanted more out of life.” If she could accept this superficial lifestyle, why couldn’t she accept it with me?
“What happened?” she asked as she raised her voice. “Reality check. That’s what happened. There’s no such thing as a good guy. Men are all dogs. Some are just better at hiding it than others. I was never going to find a husband. I was never going to find a man who would treat me right, especially after knowing about my past. It was a stupid dream. And kids? Why would I want to bring kids into this fucked-up world? Why would they want a mother who used to be a whore for a living?”
I knew I was responsible for all of this. I didn’t just break her heart. I shattered her spirit.
She stared at me as she waited for me to respond to her heartbreaking words.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Everything.”
She looked away, brushing off my sincerity like it meant nothing to her.
“I’ve been miserable since the moment you left.”
She gave no reaction. It was as if she didn’t hear me.
“Thought about you every moment we’ve been apart.”
She gave an audible sigh. “And yet, the only reason you show your face is when I’m with someone else.”
“It didn’t feel good… I’ll admit that.” It still hurt. Images of them together popped into my head against my will and made me sick. Just the thought of him touching her…corroded my heart.
She continued to look out the window, the corners of the glass gray with fog.
I came close, crossing the distance between us until we were just feet apart.
She turned to look at me.
“Come home.” The words came out on their own. I didn’t think. Just acted. Rode with my emotions. “Leave him. Sell the apartment. And come home.”
She gave no reaction whatsoever. “No.”
The air left my lungs like she’d squeezed them both in her iron grasp. “Baby—”
“I’m not your baby.” She spoke without emotion. Her voice was monotone, like she’d never feel anything again. “Not anymore. I’m never coming back, so don’t ask me again.”
“Camille—”
“You only want me because you can’t have me.”
“That’s not true—”
“It is true,” she said coldly. “You wanted me because Grave wanted me, then dumped me when he found Elise. Now I’m with Bartholomew, and your entitled ego can’t stand the fact that someone else wants me.”
“Camille, that’s not what happened—”
“I heard you, asshole.”
“I was drunk off my ass and so depressed I almost drove my car into a building. Don’t take those words at face value.”
