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Sophie’s pov

I feel the blood drain from my face as I read the note over and over again.

And every single time, I felt nausea crawl up my throat and feel the squeezing of my heart.

It’s painful.

Knowing he slept with her brought on pain, it hurt me so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. I shakily closed the draw in disgust, my eyes filling up with tears.

Did he fuck her before he fucked me or after?

My heart squeezed even more as the thought hit me.

I gripped the phone harshly, my fingers trembling.

I bit into my bottom lip, nearly splitting it in the process.

This hurts.

And I know it shouldn’t.

I breathed out a shaky breath, blinking but that only re- sulted in the tears to roll down my cheeks.

My lungs burn and I shakily place the phone on the desk.

Come on Sophie. Get a grip!

He has hurt you before, you knew he was a manwhore. Nothing has changed. Why are you still making this hurt you?

I let out shaky breaths, hoping to ease my heart and stop the burning in my throat.

I was supposed to be strong when it comes to him and yet I am still the girl who gets butt hurt when Aiden does things like this.

I gripped the edge of the desk and pushed the chair back a little and buried my face in my hands.

I hate him,” I whispered, soaking

tears.

was again all my fault for making him hurt me when he clearly didn’t

feeling my heart

yourself! If Mila was here she’d surely smack you across your head or yell at you

myself but instead, the tears kept flow- ing because inwardly I knew that my stupid heart still loved Aiden. Even after all these

I had to succumb to these feel-

over him, Sophie? My con- science reminded

were ever a thing. You were never a thing

only hurt you and keep hurting you.

from him, Sophie. My conscience reminded me

was right. Aiden would always hurt me. And I should’ve seen

guarded my heart for this. I was stupid. Those little words he just said to me messed with my head and my heart again and I unknowingly opened my heart for

would happen sooner or later. Now pull yourself together and show him that you

you don’t care about what he does or who he’s

eyes,

I got this.

nasty red lace thong

on Ashton. Not

then wiped the remaining tears

I make

times before her curious and confused voice fluttered through the other end.

plates knocking on each other and

her at

throat.

you steal

opening them to con-

phone in my hand brutally, my throat hurt- ing when I said

did he do?” Mila

migraine lurk behind my lids. “He uhm….” Sighing I continued. “He kind of forced me to come back to

shoulder and literally didn’t let me go until we got into the

part in case she got here with- in

She was that crazy.

thing?

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