Chapter Twenty One

I didn’t see Dylan until he got back from work that evening and by then, I’d drawn to a conclusion that he didn’t say those words I thought he did but rather, my mind had played tricks on me making me hear what it knew I wanted to hear.

It only made sense right? Because there was no way Dylan could fall in love with someone like me, a maid, a nanny. It was impossible. He was always going to love his wife, the millionaire’s daughter.

I mean how could he love me and then kiss his wife in front of me? Loving someone meant not wanting anyone else but them. Like me, the thought of being with another man repulses me that’s because I loved him. I didn’t want anyone else but him.

But unfortunately, he didn’t feel the same way towards me. It didn’t matter if he kissed me as if he wanted only me or if he made me feel like the most precious thing on earth. All that didn’t matter if he would just keep running back to his wife.

I pushed the button to flush the toilet after puking my guts out.