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alone, please?”
“Answer me, do you want the divorce?”
“Of course not, Megan. Things changed for me while we were in Georgia. I have always loved you, but I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, that I was in love with you. When we got married, I thought maybe you felt the same way,” he trailed off. “I wanted to talk to you about it after we got back, but you lost your memory. What was I supposed to do?”
“You love me?” Disbelief rang in my voice. “You have a really funny way of showing it, Hunt.”
I backed away from him slowly, afraid that if I took my eyes off of him I would start to cry.
“You let me believe a lie. You had more than enough time to tell me how you felt. If you did love me, you should have told me sooner. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I finished in a whisper. Tears finally fell from my eyes and I didn’t bother to wipe them away. They scalded my face as they streaked down my cheeks.
I turned and ran up the staircase to our bedroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it quickly so he couldn’t follow me. Right now I didn’t want to talk to Hunter because I was so in love with him that I might just believe any lie he told me. Everything I wanted I had, but it was all fake. Just like my marriage.
I woke up a few hours later with my head pounding. When I turned on the lamp next to the bed, I winced and rubbed at my sore, swollen eyes. Hunter sat in a chair next to the bed, asleep with his head resting in his hands. He looked like his heart was broken. My first instinct was to touch him, wake him and reassure him that everything would be okay, but I remembered why I was so hurt and suddenly I didn’t want to offer him anything.
Self-preservation told me to run and to protect myself. Throughout the years I’d watched him break the hearts of so many girls when he decided he was done with them. He had mastered making women feel like they were his entire world, until they weren’t. The reasons he gave me when he broke up with them were ridiculous and I had told him as much. I wasn’t going to make the mistake to think I would be the one to finally change him.
Slowly, I edged to the side of the bed furthest from Hunter, careful not to wake him as I climbed out from under the covers. My bare feet quietly padded along the floor as I walked to the closet we shared. The clothes that hung in there were all items he knew I loved. He had gone back to my apartment and grabbed my things without telling me he was even going to do it. They just magically showed up one day. I never expected him to be so thoughtful; thorough, yes, but thoughtful never occurred to me. The gesture was almost romantic.
I pulled a bag down from the top shelf and started throwing everything of mine in there as quickly and quietly as I could. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up Hunter. He would try to stop me from leaving, and right now all I wanted was some space to figure out how to fix the mess I’d caused when I married him. My fingers trembled as I opened the door to the hallway.
I quietly closed the door behind me and leaned back against it while I sobbed. Pain like I’d never felt before filled me and I knew that losing my best friend was going to be the hardest thing I would ever go through.
The air in my apartment felt heavy and a shiver ran through my body as I remembered the feeling of terror when I opened my door last time. My hair stood on end as I walked from room to room to make certain the apartment was empty. Luckily, the door to my bedroom was open and I could see it was empty before I went in. I was pissed off that the asshole had made me terrified of my own home. Anger was probably a better emotion than fear anyway.
I absentmindedly wondered how much I could get if I sold this place. My father couldn’t touch my trust fund, but he would leave my mother penniless if given the chance. Cassie and I would take care of our mother, but I was positive she wouldn’t want
“Answer me, do you want the divorce?”
“Of course not, Megan. Things changed for me while we were in Georgia. I have always loved you, but I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, that I was in love with you. When we got married, I thought maybe you felt the same way,” he trailed off. “I wanted to talk to you about it after we got back, but you lost your memory. What was I supposed to do?”
“You love me?” Disbelief rang in my voice. “You have a really funny way of showing it, Hunt.”
I backed away from him slowly, afraid that if I took my eyes off of him I would start to cry.
“You let me believe a lie. You had more than enough time to tell me how you felt. If you did love me, you should have told me sooner. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I finished in a whisper. Tears finally fell from my eyes and I didn’t bother to wipe them away. They scalded my face as they streaked down my cheeks.
I turned and ran up the staircase to our bedroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it quickly so he couldn’t follow me. Right now I didn’t want to talk to Hunter because I was so in love with him that I might just believe any lie he told me. Everything I wanted I had, but it was all fake. Just like my marriage.
I woke up a few hours later with my head pounding. When I turned on the lamp next to the bed, I winced and rubbed at my sore, swollen eyes. Hunter sat in a chair next to the bed, asleep with his head resting in his hands. He looked like his heart was broken. My first instinct was to touch him, wake him and reassure him that everything would be okay, but I remembered why I was so hurt and suddenly I didn’t want to offer him anything.
Self-preservation told me to run and to protect myself. Throughout the years I’d watched him break the hearts of so many girls when he decided he was done with them. He had mastered making women feel like they were his entire world, until they weren’t. The reasons he gave me when he broke up with them were ridiculous and I had told him as much. I wasn’t going to make the mistake to think I would be the one to finally change him.
Slowly, I edged to the side of the bed furthest from Hunter, careful not to wake him as I climbed out from under the covers. My bare feet quietly padded along the floor as I walked to the closet we shared. The clothes that hung in there were all items he knew I loved. He had gone back to my apartment and grabbed my things without telling me he was even going to do it. They just magically showed up one day. I never expected him to be so thoughtful; thorough, yes, but thoughtful never occurred to me. The gesture was almost romantic.
I pulled a bag down from the top shelf and started throwing everything of mine in there as quickly and quietly as I could. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up Hunter. He would try to stop me from leaving, and right now all I wanted was some space to figure out how to fix the mess I’d caused when I married him. My fingers trembled as I opened the door to the hallway.
I quietly closed the door behind me and leaned back against it while I sobbed. Pain like I’d never felt before filled me and I knew that losing my best friend was going to be the hardest thing I would ever go through.
The air in my apartment felt heavy and a shiver ran through my body as I remembered the feeling of terror when I opened my door last time. My hair stood on end as I walked from room to room to make certain the apartment was empty. Luckily, the door to my bedroom was open and I could see it was empty before I went in. I was pissed off that the asshole had made me terrified of my own home. Anger was probably a better emotion than fear anyway.
I absentmindedly wondered how much I could get if I sold this place. My father couldn’t touch my trust fund, but he would leave my mother penniless if given the chance. Cassie and I would take care of our mother, but I was positive she wouldn’t want
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