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Gritting my teeth, I tuck myself in, then I turn around and step out of the apartment before I lose the cool that I’m barely holding on to.
Before I confiscate her from the world and keep her for myself.
Maybe that’s what I should do, anyway.
Because tonight, I made irrevocable decisions.
Lia isn’t the other woman. She’sthewoman.
And I’m not my fucking father.
21
Lia
I’m numb on the last day ofGisellerehearsals.
In fact, I’ve been numb since the moment Adrian fucked me against the wall, then left me crying on the floor. Right after he made me the other woman.
Hiswhore.
That was three days ago.
Three days since I found out he has a fiancée. A blonde, beautiful one. A Russian, just like him.
One he shouldn’t have looked away from. I don’t have a low opinion of myself, but even I can tell her type—classy, blonde, and with legs that go for miles—is the one that suits him.
I’ve been going through the motions since that day, but I haven’t been living. All I keep thinking about is a way to stop beingthatwoman. That despicable bitch who’s stealing away an engaged man.
I hate him so much for putting me in this position. Even more than when he lured me under his thumb and made me crave him.
Despite the murkiness of that situation, I was able to let go, to let him invade my world. But this situation is completely different and against every principle I have.
And because of that, I need to break away from him. Knowing Adrian’s domineering character, he won’t end it with me just because I demand it. If I fight, he’ll subdue me and even punish me for it. I have to be smart about this and do something that will make him disgusted enough with me that he’ll leave my life in peace.
But no matter how much I’ve racked my brain these past few days, I haven’t found a way.
I’m glad Adrian left me alone during this period, but knowing he’ll eventually come back makes me restless.
Whenever I walk into my apartment and don’t find him there, a mixture of relief and annoying disappointment hits me.
I wish he’d get bored of me, already, but he implied he’d never leave me that day.
If he’d said those words that morning, I would’ve felt different. Slightly scared but probably excited. However, now, all I feel is bitterness, because even the moments we shared that morning weren’t real.
He has a fucking fiancée.
In my parking garage, I spot Yan in his Mercedes right across from my car. He’s been openly watching me. Sometimes alone, other times with another buff, scowly guard who isn’t Kolya.
I usually ignore him, but today, my nerves are shot. I’m anxious aboutGiselle’s opening, and the whole thing with Adrian is making me lose sleep, startling awake at any sound, expecting him to show up.
I march to Yan and he gets out of the car before I reach him, standing in an erect position. “Do you need anything, miss?”
“Yes, leave me alone.”
His expression doesn’t change. “I can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
