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Numbness starts to wash through me. Starting at my toes. Up to my ankles.

I’m such a fool.

It’s at my knees.

Such a sad, pathetic, love-starved fool.

My hips.

So desperate for love, I believed that the hot man on the airplane was desperate to be with me.

My belly button.

So goddamn broken, I believed every compliment.

I clung to every nice thing he said.

My rib cage.

So fucking lonely, I drunkenly married him and…

A fresh layer of sadness sinks into my chest, and I look up at Dominic Gonzalez.

“Were you even drunk?” I ask the thought out loud.

I have to blink to see through the tears, but I know the answer in my heart.

And the blank expression on Dom’s face as he looks down at me is all the confirmation I need.

So I nod.

He wasn’t drunk. Just me. Because he needed me to be. Because he needed me to marry him.

It was never about me.

The numbness rises to my shoulders, the horrible ache in my heart finally dulling as I let the disassociation win.

He’ll never love me.

No one ever has.

King lets go of Dom’s shirt with a shove. “Get out of my fucking house.”

I don’t look up to see if he’s talking to just Dom or to both of us.

Because it doesn’t really matter, does it?

I don’t belong here either.

I don’t belong anywhere.

CHAPTER16

Dom

Val comes with me willingly.

She walks at my side, not flinching away from my hold on her arm. Not shoving me away when I put my hand on her back. Not protesting when I help her up into the vehicle. She doesn’t so much as look at me when I reach across her to buckle her in.

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