Lahat ng Kabanata ng I REGRET GETTING MARRIED TO A MOMMY'S BOY CEO: Kabanata 11

The rain was lukewarm, heavy, and smelled like asphalt.By the time the cab pulled up to my building, my hair was plastered to my forehead, and my clothes were soaked through. I didn't care about the cold. I didn't care about the rain. My mind was pinned to the image of Richard Hartwell’s face in the back of that black SUV, illuminated by the cold blue light of his iPad.When the taxi stopped, the headlights cut through the downpour, illuminating the sidewalk.Four oversized, black trash bags sat slumped against the concrete curb, right beside a puddle of brown, murky water. Next to them was my small duffel bag, already heavy and waterlogged.I stepped out of the cab. My shoes squelched against the wet pavement.I knelt by the trash bags with numb fingers, pulling open the ties of the top one. Inside were my sweaters, my work dresses, my winter coat, all crammed together without care. The bottom of the second bag had split open, and a framed photograph from my college graduation was s