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“It’s not sad, Juliet, it’s life,” he spits. “We were fucking. Just like we talked about, nothing more, nothing less.”

“It was the everything in between,” I sob as my heart breaks.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could say something more profound, but”—he steps back—“it meant nothing to me.”

My eyes search his.

“Go inside and fuck Mason. It will make you feel better.”

Oh . . .

I sob out loud and drop my head. How could he be so cold?

When I finally glance back up, I see him walking back into the club without a care in the world.

He’s gone.

Chapter 19

I stand under the hot water with my head in my hands. I’m crying hard, my heart beating fast in my chest.

Did that really just happen?

I can’t even bring myself to call Chloe and talk about it because if I say it out loud, then it has to be true.

His words come back to me. Go inside and fuck Mason. It will make you feel better.

I put my hands over my mouth, sickened.

Is that what he thinks of me? Is that how he saw us? I sob out loud, the pain in my chest hurting hard.

All this time I thought we were falling in love, he was just having sex with my body.

Using me to get himself off.

I thought he loved me.

He doesn’t.

I set up this little fantasy in my head where he and I fell madly in love, we fixed up my house, and we lived happily ever after in our perfect little street.

It was all in my head.

Go inside and fuck Mason. It will make you feel better.

I screw up my face in tears and slide down the tiles and sit in the bottom of my shower, under the hot water, alone and heartbroken.

I let myself cry.

Henley

Sunday afternoon

I sit on my back porch and watch the rain come down. Thunder is rolling in the distance, and a storm is brewing.

The day is dreary and dark, like my mood.

I keep going over last night and its events.

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