Chiara crumpled to the floor and sobbed dramatically. Yet no comforting words came from Ethan.
His mind had spiraled into a whirlpool of memories.
“I wish I could break your legs so you’d never leave me.”
“Don’t cry. It hurts me to see you like this.”
“Can’t you only have eyes for me? If you look at another man again, I’ll gouge them out.”
“Do you know how much I want to make you cry like this?”
But those words had never been meant for Chiara. They were for Clara Melton, the woman who had been his everything.
Chiara was just a stand–in. Yet she had the audacity to act like she was his true love and confront me with her lies.
