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“I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

He touched the back of his head and I moved toward him again.

He backed away. “Stop!”

“You lied!”

“I know!”

“You took everything from me!”

“I’M SORRY!”

“FUCK YOUR SORRY!”

He opened the door.

I stood there, breathing hard, crying, and waiting. Some tiny, stupid, pathetic piece of me still waiting for him to close the door and come back and choose me.

He didn’t.

“Ravenna.”

He said her name again. Then he ran out of my house toward his car.

I stood in the doorway watching him. “CALEB!”

He didn’t turn.

“CALEB!”

Nothing.

He got into the car and pulled away.

I fell against the doorway. Three years. Ravenna knew now. She didn’t want him. The secret was gone. The marriage was shattered. There was nothing left stopping Caleb from finally being mine. And the first thing he did with all that freedom… was run after his wife.

27

Blair

“You look happy.”

I stopped halfway walking to my chair. “Don’t.”

My therapist Sydnee’s eyebrows lifted over the top of her glasses. “Don’t what?”

“Do that.”

“I said three words.” She smiled.

I narrowed my eyes at her before dropping my purse beside the chair. “You say, ‘you look happy’, then fifteen minutes later I’m crying about some shit that happened when I was eight.”

“That sounds incredibly manipulative of me.”

“It is.”

“Have you considered finding another therapist?”