Chapter 73

Alone in this house, I had the chance to reflect. I had been a prized bitch to Duke. He hadn’t deserved what I had screamed at him and I hadn’t done myself any favours.

I looked at the sofa and saw the telltale signs that it had been used as a bed - the way the cushions had been propped up against the arm, the dint in the middle from the body that was too large to comfortably fit on there. It seemed Duke wasn’t able to face the upstairs bedrooms where so much had happened either.

It left me with no choice. I couldn’t stay in my room, not after what came to mind earlier so it left me with one other choice. I would stay in the guest room where it had all began, where the memories were happier, if not just as painful.

As soon as I climbed into the soft bed, the memories washed over me, as I knew they would. This time I welcomed them, my own personal punishment. A reminder to myself of why this would never have worked.

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