Love was ruin and I was strong enough to walk away from it.
Quiet suffocated the space. The beautiful day turned into an ugly one and in the middle of it all was a moronic woman, who thought loving someone would be enough to make her happy.
“If I’d known it would’ve taken a five-minute argument for someone, I thought I loved to make me feel like utter shit, I never would’ve come.”
A confession it might be, but it wasn’t a confession from me.
To move on, I had to let it out.
We were husband and wife in name only.
The quicker I figured out what Harry and the board members did, the faster I could divorce Christian.
Screw waiting a full year, I couldn’t bear looking at him for another second.
“Adelaide,wait.”
Emotion seeped into his tone a little too late.
I grabbed one of the bags, despite my lower abdomen clenching with the pain of disappointment and hurt.
Christian spun me around to face him.
Gone was the mechanical man from the five-minute conversation.
In front of me was worry and sadness.
“Don’t… Just…” I pulled my wrist out of his hand. “Let me walk away from you.” With a cold, dead stare. I ended with, “You’ve never been good at holding on.”
THIRTY-ONE
CHRISTIAN
“You look like shit.”
I felt like fucking shit.
Thirty days since she last said a word to me, and I was moping around every single night after Moonshine closed to take a seat on the chair, she sat in all those weeks ago and thought of her.
When she didn’t speak, I focused on the curve of her lips. How the lines on them changed when she felt differently. She tried hard to keep her composure around me, but she was Adelaide.
My Adelaide.
The same Adelaide who decided to hate my fucking guts.
Which she should.
She really fucking should.
Hasan took the seat opposite of me. Eyes judging the glass of whiskey in my hands. I didn’t drink it. I poured itonly to swirl it around and remember the bitterness of it coating my mouth with its atrocious taste.
I’d like to fucking think that Adelaide was getting ready thinking about me. That when she arrived at my doorstep in only a hospital gown—looking distraught, reborn, and weak all at the same time—she thought of me and the comfort I’d shower her with.
The secret of Eda being behind her parents’ death is pure devastation and I couldn’t let her find out.
But the truth tasted harsh like this whiskey, and she’d smell it off me in a heartbeat.
I didn’t get to give her a wedding night and I fucking hated it.
