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still loves you, you know.”
I look down, noticing how Cassandra’s eyes are quietly studying me. My expression must communicate something to her because she adds, “And you must still love her too.”
I contemplate if I can trust her, and oddly enough feel that I can. “I do,” I reply honestly, deciding it’s best to be open with her and lay my cards on the table. “I always have, and I don’t see it changing any time soon. If it was possible to put into words just how much then I would tell you, but words are not enough.”
We’ve stopped dancing, and now we’re simply looking at each other.
“You destroyed her,” Cassandra says, her voice low. My face falls, and I feel the guilt tugging at my soul. How do I explain that I destroyed myself too? That I became a shell of a man after realizing I’d pushed Lacy so far away that she felt the need to run to a different continent just to get away from me?
“And I’ve lived with it every day since. I haven’t been able to forgive myself. I somehow think if Lacy can forgive me, then I can let go of what I did.”
With a resigned sigh, Cassandra steps away from me and says, “I think you need to walk way, and let her move on before you destroy what’s left of her.”
I watch her turn around and walk away knowing that she’s probably right. But I refuse to walk away a second time. I want my second chance.
Lacy’s father catches my attention and tilts his head towards his study, motioning for me to follow him. I nod once, and grab another scotch on the rocks before following him.
It’s time for me to sort my life out, and do what I have to in order get Lacy back. And it just so happens that her father is about to help me do just that.
CHAPTER 11
L ACY
I wash my hands after using the bathroom, and reapply my lipstick. The woman in the mirror is someone I’ve finally come to recognize and accept. The only semblance of the young naïve girl I once was is my eyes. They still have that faint sparkle and I’m somewhat glad for that.
I needed to escape for a minute, and catch my breath. Putting on a front at my own party has been far more challenging than I prepared myself for.
I was prepared for my mother and sister’s cold reception, but when my father picked me up and spun me around, I was dragged back into the past, to a time when I still felt like I had a place here. That was before I realized it was all a farce, and that believing I could rely on my family when I needed them was a lie. If it weren’t for Cassandra, I probably never would have come, and now I’m wishing I hadn’t. I don’t belong in this world anymore, and I’m starting to consider the possibility that I never did.
I walk down the hallway, passing my father’s study when I hear voices coming from inside. The door is cracked, the light switched on, and when I peep in I see Jason and my father sitting at his desk.
I frown. How odd?
Last I checked my father hated him, and wanted nothing more than to ruin him for how he’d ended things with me. Of course that notion had little to do with me being hurt, and more to do with how our family’s reputation was affected.
“Are these the final drafts?” I hear Jason ask. I press my ear as close to the door as I can without opening it.
“Yes,” my father replies. “I think you will be happy with these. They leave no room for Gemma to contest the divorce, and given her latest affair, you can give her even less than what was initially agreed upon.”
I swallow, feeling my mouth become dry. He’s getting a divorce? I don’t know why, but something akin to hope blossoms in my chest. I try to ignore the small thrill that unfurls itself at the thought that he could possibly be mine again.
No, I rebuke. That can’t happen. I have to leave him in my past, where he belongs.
When I hear my father ask Jason if he intends to try again with me, I hold my breath, not sure if I can handle his answer.
“I love her,” Jason
I look down, noticing how Cassandra’s eyes are quietly studying me. My expression must communicate something to her because she adds, “And you must still love her too.”
I contemplate if I can trust her, and oddly enough feel that I can. “I do,” I reply honestly, deciding it’s best to be open with her and lay my cards on the table. “I always have, and I don’t see it changing any time soon. If it was possible to put into words just how much then I would tell you, but words are not enough.”
We’ve stopped dancing, and now we’re simply looking at each other.
“You destroyed her,” Cassandra says, her voice low. My face falls, and I feel the guilt tugging at my soul. How do I explain that I destroyed myself too? That I became a shell of a man after realizing I’d pushed Lacy so far away that she felt the need to run to a different continent just to get away from me?
“And I’ve lived with it every day since. I haven’t been able to forgive myself. I somehow think if Lacy can forgive me, then I can let go of what I did.”
With a resigned sigh, Cassandra steps away from me and says, “I think you need to walk way, and let her move on before you destroy what’s left of her.”
I watch her turn around and walk away knowing that she’s probably right. But I refuse to walk away a second time. I want my second chance.
Lacy’s father catches my attention and tilts his head towards his study, motioning for me to follow him. I nod once, and grab another scotch on the rocks before following him.
It’s time for me to sort my life out, and do what I have to in order get Lacy back. And it just so happens that her father is about to help me do just that.
CHAPTER 11
L ACY
I wash my hands after using the bathroom, and reapply my lipstick. The woman in the mirror is someone I’ve finally come to recognize and accept. The only semblance of the young naïve girl I once was is my eyes. They still have that faint sparkle and I’m somewhat glad for that.
I needed to escape for a minute, and catch my breath. Putting on a front at my own party has been far more challenging than I prepared myself for.
I was prepared for my mother and sister’s cold reception, but when my father picked me up and spun me around, I was dragged back into the past, to a time when I still felt like I had a place here. That was before I realized it was all a farce, and that believing I could rely on my family when I needed them was a lie. If it weren’t for Cassandra, I probably never would have come, and now I’m wishing I hadn’t. I don’t belong in this world anymore, and I’m starting to consider the possibility that I never did.
I walk down the hallway, passing my father’s study when I hear voices coming from inside. The door is cracked, the light switched on, and when I peep in I see Jason and my father sitting at his desk.
I frown. How odd?
Last I checked my father hated him, and wanted nothing more than to ruin him for how he’d ended things with me. Of course that notion had little to do with me being hurt, and more to do with how our family’s reputation was affected.
“Are these the final drafts?” I hear Jason ask. I press my ear as close to the door as I can without opening it.
“Yes,” my father replies. “I think you will be happy with these. They leave no room for Gemma to contest the divorce, and given her latest affair, you can give her even less than what was initially agreed upon.”
I swallow, feeling my mouth become dry. He’s getting a divorce? I don’t know why, but something akin to hope blossoms in my chest. I try to ignore the small thrill that unfurls itself at the thought that he could possibly be mine again.
No, I rebuke. That can’t happen. I have to leave him in my past, where he belongs.
When I hear my father ask Jason if he intends to try again with me, I hold my breath, not sure if I can handle his answer.
“I love her,” Jason
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