Love’s Bitter Pill
He believed that because I loved him deeply, I would tolerate anything.
So, he hurt me recklessly, shamelessly, flaunting his affection for another woman, never caring that I felt pain, too.
When I opened my eyes, tears were streaming down my face.
After landing, I was greeted by Garrett, president of Sullivan Group, along with a small entourage.
Among them was a young man who approached me with a polite smile, extending his hand.
“Hello, Miss Keenan. I’m Nathan Sullivan, Garrett’s son. My father thought I could learn a lot from you.”
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