CHAPTER 149 Not a Toy

The toy

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I dragged the last luggage down the stairs and placed it at the door. I was tired of being his toy. I was stupid to think that we would end up together.

I had enough savings to start up my life. I need to run away from Manhattan, from New York. I need to move far away, to another place.

I glanced around the apartment; so many beautiful and ugly memories; both of them haunted me.

Opening the door, I gasped as my eyes fell on Damon. I held the tears that welled in my eyes. My heart twisted yet fluttered. Pain and relief fought to dominate my chest—neither won.

His eyes fell on my luggage, and he frowned. “Where are you going?”

What is he going to say to me? No, stay here and watch me get married to another woman. I rolled my wet eyes. “I’m leaving Damon.” I tried to bolster my voice, to show resolve.

He inched closer and shut the door behind him. His beautiful amber eyes burned into mine. The eyes I had loved so much, that had caused me so much pain. Now one of my babies