Let the Lovers Have Each Other
The screen went dark, reflecting my pale, emotionless face.
Barely ten seconds later, Zayne texted me. He wrote, "I'm sorry, Ruth. Reagan didn't mean it. She's like a child sometimes. Don't hold it against her."
Then, he texted, "I'm sorry about the Heart of the Ocean. When you're better, I'll take you out to pick an even prettier one, okay? Don't be mad at me."
I stared at his pretentious apology and almost laughed out loud. Did he really think I was still the same woman from his previous life, one who would easily forgive him after hearing a few sweet nothings? Not bothering to reply, I tossed my phone aside.