Chapter 80

Maybe he’d finally squish her under his feet. It would be better, anything would be better than this.

Because she loved him.

“What’s worse is you are so deep in your own troubles you don’t see the world around you. Especially when you are home-sick. Always searching for it like a nomad. Vanessa, people can’t be your home. It goes to say how ridiculous your aspiration is because you fell for the first person who shoved some attention and care your way. First-person that sees you for who you are, and you become desperate enough to give him your all.”

He was having an out-of-body experience when he said that but she brought him back.

“Stop. Oh! God. Stop. Speaking.” The cry wrenched from her lips so loud that someone at the door flinched.

The loud quiet leaked into her bones like poison, she saw his eyes fix on the door only to turn around and find Nora Desmond.

Nora Desmond with her manicured nails clutching the champagne bottle as if it might jostle out of her arms. She had heard.