As the kiss grew deeper, mories of that awful night flashed in my mind—the night I had been taken, and he had kissed just like this. The anger burned inside . How could he?
I didn’t want to let this go on and I decided to... to end this. I bit his lip hard and pulled back, shoving him away from . I couldn’t take it anymore.
Evander looked shocked, and a flicker of hurt crossed his face, but I didn’t care. "I am done," I said, my voice shaking a little. "I am not letting you ss with my life like this."
He took a step toward , but I backed away. "I told you, Evander, there is no going back. You had your chance, and it’s too late now."
"Claire..." he began, his voice soft, almost pleading.
"No," I cut him off, looking him in the eye. "I won’t let you drag into your ss again." Then, without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, holding on to the last bit of strength I had left.
I went into my room and closed the door behind , leaning against it as my heart raced. I felt so weak whenever he was around, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the mories from that night— the night I was kidnapped. Evander had stord into that room, his face was cold, and without warning, he had kissed , as if I were his and he had every right. I had been so confused, and when Susan finally let go, he didn’t even try to stop her. He simply watched as I left and even made sure I got to the hospital.
I still couldn’t make sense of what had happened that day. It felt like pieces of a puzzle that didn’t fit together. But one thing was clear— sothing I had fought hard to deny... I still loved him, that stubborn, cold and infuriating man. And now, knowing the truth, realizing it wasn’t him who had betrayed but my own misunderstanding, it made my chest ache.
I had ruined everything because I let my doubt take control over my love for him. Instead of talking to him, instead of asking him about Susan, I had let others fill my mind with lies. I had assud the worst and didn’t give him a chance to explain. Looking back at it now, I saw how naive I had been, too trusting of the wrong people. All the so-called "proof" of their relationship had seed so real at the ti, and I had believed it without question.
I sighed, as I couldn’t deny that we both are equally responsible for destroying our marriage. I went to the bed and dropped onto the edge of the bed as I tried my best not to wake the little guy up.
I looked at Eliam, feeling a deep ache in my chest. If only I had confronted Evander back then, if only I had trusted him a little more... maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe we wouldn’t be here now, so broken and so distant.
But it was too late. There was nothing I could do to fix the ss we were in. Everything had fallen apart, and, honestly, I didn’t even have the strength to try anymore. I was exhausted, worn down by all the pain and the lies. This relationship had taken to the edge, to the point where I almost didn’t want to go on. If it hadn’t been for that one person who had pulled back, who made see that I could keep going... I might have given up completely.
I was still in my thoughts when the door of my room was knocked, pulling out of my thoughts.
Evander’s POV
I stood there, staring at the closed door, feeling hurt and sad. It was like the door itself was mocking , reminding that Claire didn’t want and that she would never be mine again. But even so, I wasn’t ready to give up. I’d do anything to bring her back, to make her see that she was the only one who mattered to .
But before I could even think about winning her back, I had to understand why she thought I was with Susan. How had she co to believe that Susan was important to , or worse—that Susan was Eliam’s mother? Just the thought of it made my chest tighten. How could Claire have believed sothing like that?
No, I couldn’t let this go on. This misunderstanding had to be cleared up once and for all. I needed Claire to know the truth. She deserved to know that, all this ti, it had only ever been her.
I stood there thinking for a while when my eyes fell on the unkept lady on the couch. She was totally drunk and mumbling sothing. I glared at her for a while and tried to rember where I had seen her, but I couldn’t think of where I had seen her.
I stood there for a mont, staring at the woman passed out on the couch. She looked a ss, mumbling drunkenly, and for a second, I tried to rember if I’d ever seen her before. But nothing ca to mind, so I gave up on that thought.
Still, I couldn’t just walk out without saying sothing to Claire. She had Eliam here, and as much as I wanted to just leave, I knew I couldn’t ignore him. I needed to let Claire know before I went.
I went to the closed door and knocked there. I waited for a while, but she didn’t open the door. "It’s alright if you don’t want to open the door; I just wanted to tell you that I am leaving!" I said and left after waiting there for a while.
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Hello again! I just noticed that I had mixed up the nas of Susan and Isabella! Intillaly, I used Isabella instead of Susan, however, I ended up changing it for so reason and forgot to edit the Chapter! Do inform if you find sothing like this!
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