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The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 177 When the Fire Dies
(James)The wind cuts hard this morning.I stay out in it anyway, no coat, just boots shoved on and my sleeves rolled up.But I want the sting of the icy coldness.I welcome it. It matches what’s in my heart right now.The snow’s crusted with ice where the sun hasn’t touched yet, and the air is sub-zero. It scrapes through my lungs with every breath.I walk to the edge of the clearing, just before the tree line. Where the world looks endless and blank and brutal.She’ll be gone soon. And this time, I’m not going after her.Last night… Fuck.It wasn’t what she said that shook me. Although what she said was awful.It was how she said it. Like she needed to hurt me enough to match the pain sitting in her own chest.Like she wanted to see how far she could go.And maybe I deserved it. I should’ve taken more time to find out about her.Maybe I earned that slap across the soul.But it wasn’t just honesty. It was something else — jagged, sharp-edged. Like she needed to wound her way out of
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 176 Now We’re Both Wreckage
(Serena)The fire is just glowing embers when I wake.I’m wrapped in furs, but it’s not warmth that stirs me… it’s the crushing, skull-splitting pain. And the awareness that I said too much.No, not too much.Just too cruel. Too nasty.I reverted back to that version of me I’ve kept hidden. That I thought I’d changed from. But I haven’t changed.My throat is raw from yelling, and my chest hollowed out from screaming at the sky like some feral thing. James practically had to carry me back in here.Strangely I remember everything as clear as a bell. There’s no hangover fog. No flashbacks.My mouth is dry. My heart heavier than anything I’ve ever carried.He’s not in the cot. The room is quiet. A pot of water is bubbling gently on the stove. I smell coffee.I sit up slowly. My head is pounding.There’s a thud near the door. I turn.James is there, boots covered in snow, sleeves rolled up, bringing in more firewood. He sees me. Gives a short nod.Not cold. Not warm. Neutral.It’s worse th
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 175 Letting It All Go
(Serena)I look at his profile in the flickering firelight. I try to calm down a little.But something inside me is raw and broken and I can’t stick it back together this time.“She stayed until he quit. And yeah, he did quit. He got help. He’s a good man now.”“He is.”“But that doesn’t erase the years of mental anguish feeling like it was my fault. It sure as hell doesn’t mean I walked into adulthood knowing how to be happy.”Silence.“I’ve got damage too, James. I didn’t get therapy and a trust fund. I got secrets and shame and parents who now say they just want me to be happy—”My voice cracks “—but they stayed. They stayed in a miserable, volatile marriage, and sometimes I wonder if that’s what I’m supposed to do, too.”I turn to him. “So don’t you dare act like I don’t know what pain looks like. It’s the wallpaper of my childhood.”James swallows. “Serena… I think maybe we’ve a had a little much to drink.”“And maybe that’s why this—” I lift the bottle and take a deep swig— “fee
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 174 The Cold Bitter Truth
(Serena)The bottle’s almost half gone.The fire crackles, casting shadows that move like ghosts across the walls lined with animal heads.We have the animal furs on the floor and we’re sitting warming our bare feet against the flames.Every inch of this cabin screams isolation and maybe that’s why I feel brave enough to open my mouth and say something I’ve never said out loud before.“I fucking hate her.”James looks up, blinking. “What? Who?”I stare into the fire. “Savannah. I hate her. Her breathy voice, her designer helplessness.”“Serena, maybe this is not the right topic for now.”“The way she always manages to be right where you are like some kind of designer-scented specter.”He exhales slowly, like he already knows where this is going.“I hate how she inserted herself into our life like she was entitled to it. I hate that she used a child to keep you tethered.”He doesn’t say anything, so I keep talking.“I hate that every time I turned around, there she was a nasty bundle o
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 173 Snow Drunk
(Serena)The plane touches down on a frozen runway flanked by snowdrifts taller than my bakery’s delivery van.We come out in our coats and woolen hats and I realize we are severely underdressed.The wind is bitter and howling. I’ve never been this cold in my life.The wind slaps my face like a bitter ex-girlfriend and I nearly fall backwards into James.“You didn’t say it would be this cold,” I yell over the wind, gripping the sleeves of my coat, which is more fashion than function.“I didn’t know,” James says, clearly freezing. He’s wearing a wool blazer like we’re headed to a board meeting.His ears are already turning red.We hustle into the tiny arrivals building that smells like woodsmoke and old leather.Inside, it’s warmer… barely. But the shop next to baggage claim is open and stocked with every kind of snow gear imaginable.Twenty minutes later, I’m wearing fleece-lined everything, a thermal layer, snow boots that feel like miniature mattresses, and a hat that makes me look
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 172 Shatterproof
(Haylee)The uplighting’s off by three degrees.The welcome signage is missing, and the DJ booth is set up two feet too far left.It’s not even 9 a.m. and my brain already wants to throttle someone. I adjust a pillar candle, step back, then adjust it again.God, I’m being insane.But when your personal life is a complete disaster, there’s nothing like turning into a perfectionist psychopath over floral symmetry.It’s only been days since I ran out of Serena’s parents’ home barefoot and Wes Langley’s taste still in my mouth.I should feel stronger. More in control.That’s usually my thing… type-A, always ten steps ahead, never phased. I’m shatterproof.But every time I close my eyes, I feel the heat of his hands, his mouth, the way he said my name like it was a vow and a dare all at once.I can’t stop thinking about it. And that terrifies me.I pull out my clipboard and run through the checklist for the gala walkthrough tonight. Everything is accounted for except my ability to focus.W
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