SAMANTHA’S POV

The next couple of days that followed were one of the hardest. It was a compilation of intentionally clashing schedules, Lucas was either busy or meeting with investors and partners, days I was busy with office duties, he'd be having wine with his best friend.

He'd relegated to coming back from the office at the dead of the night. My heart tightened each time he opened the door and walked in while I pretended to sleep; I couldn't let him think he was important enough to keep me awake in the middle of the night. I'd let him be except that a tiny part of my inner being which was capable of shutting down my system wasn't getting the cue.

I'd try to bring up the conversation so we'd iron things out but he seemed nonchalant to how I was…

You do not feel anything. nothing at all.

It was well enough clear he was avoiding me, from his actions how he reacted at the office. He'd try to keep up the charade but from a reasonable distance and that was all I got, cold forceful gestures.

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