Chapter 34

Amelia

"You're not running for the hills." He observes.

I shake my head, unable to say more. Because even after everything I know, even now when I look at him, all I want to do is stay.

But wanting to do and doing are worlds apart.

"Not even when I tell you that my mother didn't walk into the rehabilitation center of her own free will and that she overdosed, unable to grasp that her ex husband was remarrying?"

My mouth gapes "The press said it was a–"

"The manager said, good girl. Telling the world that media heartthrob, Faye Smith is a attention seeking self serving manipulative drug addict who didn't like being jilted sounds a whole lot worse than being a druggie because of the stress accompanying celebrity living."

I'm never going to envy celebrities ever again.

He must see my thoughts clearly expressed on my face because he smiles, even though it's dull. Tormented.

"Aren't you glad you dodged the bullet. Said no and saved yourself from this mess?" He gestures to himself, th