Chapter 41 Saving Herself for Sterling… And Sterling Only

Any other emotions Brendan could have felt had been displaced by unrelenting ire. “God, I’m going home. I’ll see her tomorrow.”

That took Steven by surprise, but he nodded nonetheless. “Shall I drive you home now?”

“No. Pass me the keys. I’ll drive.”

He checked his suit and headed to the parking garage, almost a little too frantically.

His car zipped through the road, tearing through the air like a fired bullet. When he arrived, he immediately scanned the living room. Resentment flitted past his eyes-he had thought that it would at least be lit.

Because that would mean someone was waiting for him to come home. 1

He checked himself. She was blind. Whether a room was lit or not did not matter. He was

sure she would be reclining on the couch, just like she used to. Waiting.

Brendan strode toward the door and pushed

it open.

The living room was completely empty. Even

dining table was empty-devoid of the warm supper that was once her staple

of welcome.

when Deirdre would curl

at night, waiting for hours

Gone was the way her face used to light up gingerly, her

he stepped into the house, and the way she sidled up

and he felt suffocated. In his mind, there was only

Fuller. That son of a b*tch had replaced him in her heart, and Brendan

never been more livid

had sworn that she loved him with all her heart.

any random man could arouse her supposedly profound love?!

floor and stormed

open.

was already soundly asleep, but

out of her

she tugged her comforter even closer to herself, almost as though it

terror burned away any shred of reason Brendan had

under him. Deirdre’s

her arms, putting up as much of

own, bellowing, “What now, b* tch?! I’m getting my end of the deal-what you owe me! Did you

sound of fabric being ripped open. Deirdre’s nightgown was in pieces, and she shuddered in a rage. “I owe you nothing! We’re nothing!

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