KIAN’S POV“We’re going home.” I announce as soon as I step out of my tent the next morning. Grandfather is awake already, sitting outside his own tent and by the looks of it, he has been awake for quite a while. Leslie’s and Beverly’s tent are still zipped shut and the outlines of their sleeping f
“Kian—”“Did you forget how you dangled my position as the company’s CEO in front of me? You weren’t even subtle about how I had no choice but to marry her or I lose everything I worked hard for.” My chest tightens painfully, memories pushing into my head before I can stop them. PASTTHREE YEARS A
KIAN'S POVPASTTHREE YEARS AGO–THREE DAYS AFTER THE PARTYI stand beside my car that’s parked in front of Beverly’s apartment, fingers playing with my car keys as I wait with bated breath for her to come out. This will be the first time I’ll be seeing her since that night and if I could escape it,
“That night…the night at the party when you said you suddenly couldn’t find me anywhere and went home…I cheated on you.” Her fork drops to the table, hitting her plate and making a loud ear piercing sound. Beverly grows quiet for several seconds and I feel myself shrinking with each second of silen
KIAN’S POVPASTTHREE YEARS AGO–THE SAME NIGHT OF THE DATE WITH BEVERLY“Have you talked to her?” My gaze lifts from the files I was looking through in my study and meets that of my grandfather who is standing by the open door of the study room. I’ve been so engrossed in work that I didn’t even he
Why the hell am I thinking about this now? My thoughts have randomly wandered off to that night even when it’s not intentional. I also hate to admit that sometimes when I look at Leslie, I see the pleasure-mad part of her that has been in my bed. But I have been good and shoving down those thoughts
KIAN’S POVPRESENTI let the memories end there, unable to keep going and afraid to reach the most painful part of it all. Grandfather is still standing there in front of me and his eyes hold so much sadness that I almost believe he regrets doing that to me. I realise now that despite everything, I
“It broke me even more than having to let Beverly go three years ago. I saw her ghost everywhere, grandpa. It drove me insane.” I feel vulnerable expressing myself this way to grandfather but I can’t help it.“Did you tell her? Did you tell her how you felt?How you felt when you heard she was dead?”