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“I know you have formed your opinion about my husband, but let me assure you, he is not a monster. Kieran wouldn’t hurt anyone I care about.”
I wish my misery wouldn’t cloud me like it does. She doesn’t deserve my pettiness. I guess this is what love does to someone. You idolize the strengths, accept and tolerate the shortcomings.
“He bankrupted your father. He’s done for life.”
“My father... I should thank him. Ending up with Kieran is the best thing his actions could have brought me.”
“They’re so far up on their high horse, they forget new players rise up every day.”
“Are you worried about them?”
“No,” I say, too defensively even for my own ears.
“It’s okay if you are. I would be the last to judge and never my best friend. And I saw the way you look at Cato.”
Heat floods my cheeks and I tilt my head to the side. “Like I want to stab him? Because that is all I think whenever he’s near me.” Why can’t I just be honest with my best friend? But then she would try to convince me to stay.
Aurora sighs and sits next to me on the bench, squeezing my hand.
“The bastard is getting to me.”
I stand up, not being able to keep lying and I storm inside the house.
I am going crazy, loving him, wanting to stay, needing to leave. I could see myself living among them, having a family that would do anything for each other. I slam the door to the room and pace around.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Cato says, barging in behind me.
“You are my fucking problem,” I yell right back at him, and rise to my tiptoes, our flaring nostrils almost touching.
“Pack your things.”
“What? No.”
“You are shitty company, and they don’t deserve our fucking drama.”
It stings that he’s right.
“It’s because of you,” I shout.
The vein in his neck protrudes from the skin as he balls his hands at his sides, arms corded with tension. “How many more times do we have to go through this shit, huh?”
“I don’t know.”I am broken.
My head falls, and I take a seat on the edge of the bed. He drops on his knees, settling between my legs, and cups my face.
“I am who I am,cara, and I have never hidden that part of me from you.”
“I know.”
“Then what?”
I deflect. “How do I come to terms with that? If I had free will, I never would have chosen you.”
It dawns on me, how I thought he feels nothing, but the reality is different. He feels everything. His face is a painting of raw emotions, ranging from despair to hurt. I place my hand on his chest and kiss him, because his pain strangles my lungs, cutting my air supply.
“I’ll give you some time.”
With that, he leaves. I scream inside my head, allowing no one to hear. And I am deaf to my cries for help.
