Chapter 77

I was a crying mess as I ran down the street to my hotel room. My eyes were blurry as the eyes filled my eyes, but I didn’t bother to wipe them off even though I could barely see.

I was never the athletic type; I hated running or any form of exercise. I was already blessed with a lean body, so I didn’t need that, but that also meant that I sucked at running, but you suddenly get the strength to run when your ex-husband has practically denied you in front of everyone.

It hurt—it hurt so damn much, like someone had tried to rip the bandage from my raw skin without trying to soothe it.

I ran, ignoring the fact that tears were brimming out of my eyes and dripping onto the tarred road. The funny thing was that no one gave a fuck that a brown woman was crying as she ran. New York being New York meant that no one gave a shit if you were passing through life challenges.

It was every man for himself.

I finally got to the lobby of the hotel, and the man behind the front desk only needed to take