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Cosette
I’m tornbetween disbelief that he can be so heartless and refuse to listen to me, and anger at myself for not telling him sooner.
When would there have been a better time? When we were in his family home in Paris and Savannah and Thayer were there? Oh, maybe when we were in the hospital making sure I wasn’t losing our baby. Could’ve been perfect timing if I’d told him back when we were in his home, and I shared with him I was pregnant. Get it all over with at once?
I pinch the bridge of my nose and exhale.
I know the truth and there’s no point in lying to myself.
There is no such thing as perfect timing.
A part of me feels I’ve been betrayed too. I wish I’d earned enough trust from them that they’d give me the benefit of the doubt. But no. His brother tells him Montague is my father, and immediately he sees me as a traitor.
I am, though. I know I am.
I wouldn’t knowingly hurt any of them. I hope he knows that now. But I may have put them at risk.
I groan and sink to my knees when the familiar pang of nausea hits me. Good God, when will this end? I fight it but can’t help it and in the end I succumb.
When I’m finally spent, every crumb of my breakfast gone, I lay my head on my arms and weep.
IknowI shouldn’t have kept anything from him. I know. And while I felt that first pang of rejection when he told me I couldn’t be with him anymore, this feels so much more final.
“Mademoiselle?” I stand weakly and go to the door. I open it to find Philippe with luggage. “I’m ready to take you.”
“I have to pack.”
“Mr. Gerard already did that for you.”
“That quickly?”
“No, ma’am,” Philippe says almost shyly. “He packed your bags last night when you were sleeping.”
I follow him in a stupor. I look around for Lyam but he’s gone. We just made love. We just argued and… did we break up? I don’t even know where this leaves me now. And all this time, he knew. He knew he was sending me away. That all my worldly possessions were here. So without a word to me, he decided to send me away and packed my things.
“He said he’d come see you tonight, but you were to get situated in your apartment,” Philippe says.
This feels so wrong. So distant. As if something that never should have happened has descended on us, and I barely know how to crawl out of this hole I’ve dug myself into.
I hate the sickening dread I feel leaving here without him. It seems almost illogical that he feels I’ll be safer without him when he’s the only one who’s ever made me feel safe.
It comes as no surprise that when we get to the main floor a team ofsixbodyguards flanks me like I’m a goddamn celebrity.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” I say with a grimace. “Really, guys?”
They don’t even look at me or make eye contact but anticipate every move.
Someone opens the door.
Another takes my jacket.
They move with fluid grace as one, and when I get outside into the bright light of morning, one is holding the door open. I know their names. I know who they are. But as I’m escorted into the waiting car, I forget everything. My mind goes to a weird, blank space, devoid of feeling or emotion. A place of self-protection.
In a trance, I let them drive through the city. A small part of me wonders if someone will come after me. I mean, if that wasn’t Lyam’s fear then why have an entire army of bodyguards on me?
I wish I could believe he’s doing this because he cares about me, but I know the truth. It’s the baby he cares about, not me. I’m only a vessel.
We drive past the Louvre, bright under the beaming sun and bordered by tourists. They’re screaming and yelling, but I can’t make it out. What are they going on about?
