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"No matter how I treated you before, you always forgave me. Why can't you forgive me this time?" Her last words turned into a desperate scream. This time, Carter didn't reply. When he finally spoke again, his calm gaze carried a faint sadness. "Because I've realized that I might have loved the wrong person for the past eight years." He had fallen in love with the Misty of eight years ago—not the Misty who had become unrecognizable after marriage as she grieved the loss of Zach. His words were like a dagger, cutting straight to the heart. He had ruthlessly brushed off their past eight years together.

“I love you, my sweet Theresa. Don’t marry him. Marry me, instead. He doesn’t love you like I do. No one loves you like I do.” Her eyes moistened with tears as she listened to the steady beating of his heart. How could things have gotten to this point? How could he let them? She should hate him for the way he’d treated her -the things he did and said- but she still loved him. Heaven help her… she still loved him and probably always would. She lay in silent misery until the beating of his heart and the warmth of his body lulled her back to sleep.

(Or else it'll hurt alot) I just stared at his dark black eyes, filled with pent up anger, lust and love- love? He pushed my knees up and positioned his erection at the entrance of my sex. I felt it! And it looked as if my heart stopped. I looked at him, trying one last time. ' please, I'm not ready for this. Abhi nahi karain yeh.' I cried out. (Don't do this right now) He leaned down and kissed my forehead once again and whispered in my ear. ' Aram se raho. It'll be fine then.' (Relax yourself)

Her words hit me like a cold splash of water across the face. "I'm not pushing him away," I said weakly. "Then what would you call what you are doing?” She asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You are somehow convincing yourself he doesn’t love you, when all his actions prove that he does. Heck! he fucks you like he’s trying to get into your skin.” I stared at my wine glass, shaking my head. "No. I don’t think… he doesn’t love me. The sex is just good.” I whispered. "You are scared babe, and it’s okay." Mila's voice softened.

A piece of paper was tied to a rock, which had been thrown through the window. “Who the fuck sends messages like this.” I hissed as I bent down to pick the paper up. My hands as I untied the paper and read the message written on it: "Meet me in the woods tomorrow night, alone. I know what you did. -A friend" A chill ran down my spine as I read the words. Who could have written this? And how did they know about Damien's death? The voice in my head sneered, "A friend? More like an enemy, Raven. What have you gotten yourself into?"