Chapter 118
Athena’s POV
Jess. His dead mate. The woman he’d never gotten over, never stopped loving.
He wasn’t making love to me. He was making love to a ghost, to a memory, to someone who would never come back. In his drunken state, he’d confused me for her, and everything – the tenderness, the declarations of love, the promises all of it had been meant for someone else.
Before I could stop myself, my hand flew across his face.
SMACK
The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot. The force of it sent shockwaves up my arm, my palm stinging from the impact but the physical pain
was nothing compared to the agony tearing through my chest.
The slap seemed to snap Tristan back to reality. He blinked rapidly, his eyes clearing as he tried to focus on where he w
ppened.
I watched the confusion morph into horror as he realized he was in my bed, naked, and I was looking at him with pure hatred.
“Ath,” he said, reaching toward me.
“Do not touch me,” I said through gritted teeth, scrambling away from him so fast I nearly fell off the bed. “Don’t you ever touch me again in your life.”
My voice was shaking with rage, but I refused to let the tears fall. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break down again. I’d cried enough tears
over Tristan Hayes to fill an ocean.
‘Oh my God, Ath. What did I just do? he whispered, more to himself than to me
‘I need you to leave my room and my house, Tristan,” I said, my voice growing stronger with each word. ‘I don’t ever want you to talk to me again or show
your face around me again.”
‘Ath, let’s talk about this, please,” he said, and I noticed the alcohol was completely gone from his voice now. Perfect timing.
“There’s nothing for us to talk about. As of today, I’m not your sister. Not your anything anymore. We’re done, Completely done.”
I was breathing so fast I felt lightheaded, but I forced myself to stay upright, to keep my shoulders straight.
‘I swear, whatever I said was a mistake,” he tried again.
I let out a laugh that felt like broken glass in my throat. “What part was a mistake, Tristan? The part where you said you loved me?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise, like he hadn’t realized he’d said it. Or the part where you called me jess while you were still inside me?”
His gaze dropped to the floor, and he said nothing.
That silence was all the confirmation I needed. Everything – every sweet word, every gentle touch, every promise – none of it had been for me, I’d been so
incredibly stupid. Again,
“I’m sorry, Ath,” he said quietly.
I laughed again, and this time the sound was so bitter it surprised even me. The pain was spreading through my entire body now, like poison in my
bloodstream
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You’re sorry? Over and over and over again you keep doing this and keep saying sorry. I looked at him with a coldness I’d never felt before, and for the first time in my life, I felt actual hatred for Tristan Hayes. “Sorry doesn’t fix anything anymore.”
Leave my house. And if anything should ever bring us together in the future, find a way to not be part of it. I’ll try to do the same. I’ll come to work, but I’d appreciate it if you stayed away from me like the stranger you apparently think I am. I don’t know what excuse you’ll give Orion, but that’s your problem
now. Get out.”
I watched him scramble for his clothes scattered around the room. As he pulled on his pants and shirt, I felt absolutely nothing. It was like watching a stranger, someone I used to care about but whose face had become meaningless to me.
It was as if my brain and heart had finally reached their limit, had exhausted all the love and forgiveness they could give to one pe appreciate it.
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Claire was silent in my mind, but I could feel her pain mixing with mine. He’d hurt us both again, for the last time.
Tristan paused at my bedroom door like he wanted to say something else, but I stared at him with such complete indifference that he just turned and
walked away,
I didn’t cry, I held my head high and kept my shoulders straight as I followed him to the front door. The moment he stepped into the hallway, I locked the door behind him.
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