You’re a liar, Kade, and I hope you’ll rot in hell.
Somewhere behind me, a door opened. I knew it was Chase, his perfect half naked body emerging in search of me.
His voice carried over. “Laurie?”
With tears streaming down my face, I closed the door quietly, then started to run. I had probably never run faster in my life.
Meeting Chase had been too good to be true.
Chase had been nothing but wishful thinking.
It had been too easy, and I had been too naïve to see it.
Chase had been so unbelievably good in pretending. His concern for me had been touching that it was believably easy for me to fall for his lies. Now I was getting hit by the truth in the worst possible way and paying the price.
But I wasn’t going to let him shatter me; I wasn’t going to let anyone keep me from getting my mother’s letters. Not when I had worked so hard to get them.
“Where do you want to go?” the driver asked impatiently.
I stared at him in shock, unsure to do or say.
“To the airport, please,” I whispered eventually, wrapping my arms around my waist as I realized I didn’t even have a jacket.
Then I’d make sure to leave for a place where I wouldn’t need one.
That’s how long I’d have to stay married to him to get them—the one thing that meant the most to me.
He had hurt me, but I’d do whatever I could to move on. Fly away. If I got away real fast, real far, I had every hope, every faith that I could outrun both Chase Wright and the pain lodged deep in my heart.
I might have let a guy, thief that he was, get under my skin and steal my trust, but at least I still had my old life. I had me. I had a best friend. That surely counted for something.
Soon, I’d also have my mother’s letters. I’d uncover her secrets.
With or without Chase, or Kade, or whoever he was.