Chapter 8

PRESENT

He’s walking away. He’s going to walk even further away from me. I can feel it. I can feel it with every breath I draw, and every time my heart skips a beat.

Daniel is the one to walk away when it should have been me. I have no self-control. When did I change into this unbecoming woman that I never wanted to be?

Do I even deserve Cass? When I’m doing this behind his back. . .

Someone knocks on the door and the bell jiggles for a long thirty seconds, awakening me from my delirium. It has been more than an hour since Daniel collected his clothes and walked out of this apartment, but he’s everywhere.

As I pick myself up from the sofa, exactly where Daniel left me in a hypnotic state, I take a look around the room, and everything seems to shout out loud at me. Our coffee table, our wooden chairs, our bean-bag, even that old blow-up bed that lies unforgotten in the corner.

They are all shouting at the top of their lungs.

“You are a cheater. You betrayed him. He doesn’t deserve thi