Chapter 73

Leanne wasn’t much of a drinker. The only times she’d indulge were during inescapable office dinners or when she was out painting the town red with her best friend, Joy.

But today, her heart was a pressure cooker of pent-up emotions. It felt like nothing but the burn of alcohol could soothe the ache.

She had thought about calling Joy, but Joy was swamped, deep in the trenches of a project deadline, burning the candle at both ends until she’d crash at three or four in the morning.

Leanne had typed out a message, but then she second-guessed it, not wanting to burden. Joy with her troubles.

Leanne felt like a ghost of herself, so consumed by a heartache that threatened to drown her.

She had never known that Suzan, the other woman, had Anne as a nickname.

So those nights when Curtis held her close, whispering sweet nothings, had he been calling out for Leanne or Suzan?

Were those intimate moments just a façade, a means for him to express his feelings for Suzan while using her as a replacement?

When he kissed her, his eyes might have been on her, but was it Suzan’s name that danced in his mind?

The thought choked her, making it hard to breathe.

She had thought, at least once, Curtis had loved her, even if it was just for a fleeting

moment.

and then discarded so coldly left her unable

go

and

move on.

about her that made him tire of her

a cold and loveless marriage for over two years before she could even begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel. And now, she was told that the meager affection she had clung

had never loved her

her plight, her desperate struggles were nothing but a

the finish, she had been nothing but an insignificant stand-in, even her name borrowed

Chapter 73

had never been

this world, no one would

in that dilapidated factory on a snowy winter’s night. She should have died alongside them.

fought against fate to snatch her

more love for her, for she was never meant to be part of this world.

to

the VIP lounge, Phillip was interrupted by a whisper from a

frown, he excused himself from his friends and made his way

music pounding against everyone’s eardrums. Leanne was

bottles.

nearby booth, egged on by his buddies, sauntered over, reaching

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