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me. “About your own daughter?”
“You would never want me like this,” I pleaded, breaking out of his grip and turning away.
“Who are you to tell me what I want?”
I faced him once more. I knew, standing there in my kitchen, wearing his shirt, staring at his almost-naked self, that there was nothing to hide behind anymore. I didn’t have the heels that made me feel ten feet tall, nor was I wearing the lipstick that hid my frowns. I wasn’t in a far off restaurant in central London where my own address hardly mattered. I was right here, stuck in the reality of it all, and I couldn’t lie to him anymore. “You fell in love with some girl in heels and a four thousand pound dress. I didn’t have the courage to tell you that girl doesn’t exist.”
“What are you saying to me?”
Waves of regret washed over me, the weight of so many bad decisions made at once. “That I can’t do this.” There were more secrets; more things I couldn’t bear to let him find out. It was better to run now than to have to face his reaction when he got to know the real me. He would never stay, which was why I had to push him out now. “I can’t marry you.” It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. “I can’t be with you.” When I finally looked up at him again, his face had turned a steady shade of red. His eyes were bloodshot, but when he reached out to me, I stepped out of his way. “I can’t be swayed on this.”
“I wanted to marry you.” His voice was as brittle as dried grass and his eyes were filled with tears just waiting to spill over. “I thought… I thought I won you.”
The lump in my throat was so large, I could hardly talk around it. My whole world was spinning. “That’s just the problem.” Even then, it felt like a lie. “You think I’m prize to be won, a perfect golden trophy. I’m not. I’m flawed. And I can’t do this.”
He huffed out a quick breath. There was nothing more to say and he wouldn’t dream of begging.
So, he left.
That night, it was back to work, but leaving my ring at home was like walking out of the door without my own hand.
Chapter 13 – Nisha
I woke up the next morning missing something. My eyes opened to one of those rare sunny mornings in London, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I had hardly had anything to eat at dinner the night before so my stomach growled ferociously, but I couldn’t bring myself to crave anything. As I made it to my bathroom, I remembered the events of the night before. Everything from visiting my daughter before work and not being able to get past my mother’s threshold to almost breaking out into full–on sobs in front of my client. Thinking back to it, I was almost certain I had lost him as a client. But I didn’t care. As I searched the bathroom counter for my toothbrush, my eyes honed in on that perfect oval diamond engagement ring. I gaze at the way the diamond caught the light streaming in from the small window above my toilet. The event from earlier that day came crashing down on me.
My stomach lurched at the image of Edward’s face when he first saw my daughter. The confusion…the hurt. There was no undoing that. I doubled over, tears pouring out of my eyes as I clutched the edge of the counter. I could not believe this. I couldn’t believe myself. I couldn’t believe Edward and I were done; that that fantastical part of my life had ceased to exist. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t handle it. I wouldn’t.
I washed my face with cold water and blew the brains out of my nose before hurriedly brushing my teeth and making my way out of the room. “Valerie!” I yelled as I entered the main room of my flat. Even at that distance, I could hear her singing to herself in the shower.
I nodded to myself, a smile playing on my lips. She was getting loads better about getting herself up and dressed in the morning.
“Yes, Mum!” she called
“You would never want me like this,” I pleaded, breaking out of his grip and turning away.
“Who are you to tell me what I want?”
I faced him once more. I knew, standing there in my kitchen, wearing his shirt, staring at his almost-naked self, that there was nothing to hide behind anymore. I didn’t have the heels that made me feel ten feet tall, nor was I wearing the lipstick that hid my frowns. I wasn’t in a far off restaurant in central London where my own address hardly mattered. I was right here, stuck in the reality of it all, and I couldn’t lie to him anymore. “You fell in love with some girl in heels and a four thousand pound dress. I didn’t have the courage to tell you that girl doesn’t exist.”
“What are you saying to me?”
Waves of regret washed over me, the weight of so many bad decisions made at once. “That I can’t do this.” There were more secrets; more things I couldn’t bear to let him find out. It was better to run now than to have to face his reaction when he got to know the real me. He would never stay, which was why I had to push him out now. “I can’t marry you.” It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. “I can’t be with you.” When I finally looked up at him again, his face had turned a steady shade of red. His eyes were bloodshot, but when he reached out to me, I stepped out of his way. “I can’t be swayed on this.”
“I wanted to marry you.” His voice was as brittle as dried grass and his eyes were filled with tears just waiting to spill over. “I thought… I thought I won you.”
The lump in my throat was so large, I could hardly talk around it. My whole world was spinning. “That’s just the problem.” Even then, it felt like a lie. “You think I’m prize to be won, a perfect golden trophy. I’m not. I’m flawed. And I can’t do this.”
He huffed out a quick breath. There was nothing more to say and he wouldn’t dream of begging.
So, he left.
That night, it was back to work, but leaving my ring at home was like walking out of the door without my own hand.
Chapter 13 – Nisha
I woke up the next morning missing something. My eyes opened to one of those rare sunny mornings in London, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I had hardly had anything to eat at dinner the night before so my stomach growled ferociously, but I couldn’t bring myself to crave anything. As I made it to my bathroom, I remembered the events of the night before. Everything from visiting my daughter before work and not being able to get past my mother’s threshold to almost breaking out into full–on sobs in front of my client. Thinking back to it, I was almost certain I had lost him as a client. But I didn’t care. As I searched the bathroom counter for my toothbrush, my eyes honed in on that perfect oval diamond engagement ring. I gaze at the way the diamond caught the light streaming in from the small window above my toilet. The event from earlier that day came crashing down on me.
My stomach lurched at the image of Edward’s face when he first saw my daughter. The confusion…the hurt. There was no undoing that. I doubled over, tears pouring out of my eyes as I clutched the edge of the counter. I could not believe this. I couldn’t believe myself. I couldn’t believe Edward and I were done; that that fantastical part of my life had ceased to exist. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t handle it. I wouldn’t.
I washed my face with cold water and blew the brains out of my nose before hurriedly brushing my teeth and making my way out of the room. “Valerie!” I yelled as I entered the main room of my flat. Even at that distance, I could hear her singing to herself in the shower.
I nodded to myself, a smile playing on my lips. She was getting loads better about getting herself up and dressed in the morning.
“Yes, Mum!” she called
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