When love lies
She looks so fragile in that moment.
So this is what he likes?
My eyes snap to hers.
The look in her eyes says otherwise.
Love?
“I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.”
Silence settles between us.
Cold. Final.
“We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him.
I pick up my purse. My luggage.
And walk toward the door.
“You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”
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