Chapter 2
At a red light, Lewis drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, then finally spoke.
“It’s over between me and her.”
“I got rid of that couch. Got a new one in the style you like.”
“Mm.”
“I had the housekeeper keep your things clean every day. Nothing got dusty.”
“Thank you.”
I smiled slowly.
Lewis glanced over at me, his expression unreadable.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red velvet box.
“I had the ring remade. Bigger diamond. You like it?”
I didn’t take it.
“Let’s call off the wedding.”
Lewis didn’t take me seriously.
He just dropped the box in my lap.
“Enough with the drama. I slept with your best friend. You slept with my three friends, so you actually came out ahead.”
“Call it even.”
“The spot as my wife is still yours. I promised you that.”
“Stop playing hard to get.”
I stared at the little box and said nothing.
Just smiled quietly.
Bitterly.
I wasn’t playing anything.
I was just leaving.
Heading somewhere quiet.
A small village, nothing like this city where my parents were buried.
A place without him.
A place where it wouldn’t hurt.
The car pulled through the gates of the estate.
Nothing had changed.
I didn’t go to our bedroom.
I dragged my suitcase toward the guest room.
Lewis stepped in front of me.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I got used to sleeping alone at the hospital.”
I glanced back at the room that had once been ours.
“I don’t want to sleep in that bed anymore.”
The day I found out about him and Mia, I checked the security footage.
It wasn’t just the couch.
They’d been in our bed too—the one he’d had custom-made for me.
When I saw that, the pain nearly destroyed me.
Lewis stared at me for a few seconds, then let out a cold laugh.
“Fine. But don’t push it.”
“You always do this, and you always end up back in the hospital.”
I watched him walk away.
The old ache didn’t come.
Maybe the treatment really had worked.
I’d forgotten what it felt like to live and die by his every mood.