Fifty-Three

Zyrielle's POV.

At eight p.m, I was waiting with a cake in hand, hoping that Rain was going to come in right on time and we were going to begin our conversation fully.

Although Meg had told me a lot of things, I still didn't want to believe that Rain wasn't who I thought he was because of Lucas.

Call me prejudiced, I accept but I was more than scared of losing everything that I had worked for, because I was trusting a man.

Meg's advice kept resounding in my ears and I felt awkward but knew deep down that it was a solution to most of my problems.

I had to see a therapist to be free from the damage that Lucas had caused in my life. This wasn't exactly what I was looking for but I would register for a session, that would have to be much more after my surgery. Despite how things seemed, I was sure that there were a lot of things to be put in place.

Rain walked in tiredly with his briefcasing and I felt bad for the way I had been treating the unsuspecting man. He wasn't the cause of my