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CHRISTY:

“Miss Christina,” Vince called.

I stopped in my tracks and glanced at him. The man was all smiles as if something good had happened to him. He was alone. Everette was nowhere to be found.

Disappointment flashed for a moment before I forced myself to make it disappear.

I knew it. He was not the type who would wait especially for me. He was not even patient when I would be okay.

That's what you get for marrying a man who did not even love you at all, Christina.

Why was I expecting too much from him? Everette was clear on his feelings. He did not love me at all. If I expected too much from him, it was no longer his fault but mine.

He easily gave up on me. Maybe he did not find me worthy to be waited upon.

What do you expect? He had no feelings for you, a part of my mind declared.

It was true and the fucking truth hurts.

“You’re sweating a lot, Miss Christina.”

Vince was better than Everette. He was kind to someone whom he did not even know.

He offered me his towel again.