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“I’m talking about your boss.”
I drop my purse and take a step away from the door, closer to him. “How dare you ask me that after what you’re doing with Claire!”
My walls are breaking down, brick by brick. The screaming lady inside my head is begging to come out, to yell out my frustrations, to do anything, justsomething.
I cut off his angry laugh when I tell him that I saw hisdrawings of her. That sure shuts him up. His face turns rigid, his jawbone ready to rip open his face.
“You what?”
I don’t realize that I’m shaking until I pick my purse back up. I hate confrontations.
For once in my life, I don’t think about my next words. “And to answer your question...not yet.”
I deliver the blow on a gold platter but dammit, he’shurt me. He deserves to feel some hurt over the way he’s treated me.
Guilt welcomes me as soon as I say it—seeing his face turn into a stoneman.
“Gemma.”
“Don’t. You’ve given me nothing,nothingfor years, Harvey. God... how many times did I throw myself at you... kneel for you... did I beg you to love me, to touch me, to kiss me? Anything. I would’ve takenanything, even an inch from you. Anything better than the black hole you sent my way.”
I take off my boots, and I don’t stare at his face for long because it’s full of sadness and pain and hurt and I know that I caused a lot of it too.
I’m not innocent in this.
I walk to my room and grab a bigger bag. I pack a few work outfits, casual ones, and all my beauty and hygiene stuff.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m leaving. I need space.” I turn and face him. “I need a break.”
The ice in his eyes thaws and melts, and I know my words are hitting with next-level impact.
“You’releavingme?”
I don’t want to. I never wanted to!
I nod. If I speak, I’ll take it back. I’ll drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness and promise that everything will be alright, that we can work this out. But those would be lies as well because Damon.
Because Damon.
He looks so shocked, the guilt within me filters through like the spread of a poisonous potion. “I can’t believe you’d cheat on me,” he whispers in a chilling voice. “And you think I wouldn’t realize? Fuck, Gemma! You think I wouldn’t realize you went from being the quiet, sad girl to being happier, livelier? Think I don’t realize you started wearing sexier work clothes? That you always work overtime? That you smell likemen’s cologne? That you went back on afuckingbike after all these years, when youpromised!You promised me.” His voice cracks. It breaks.
And my heart breaks right along with it.
What did we do? How did we get to this?
He’s too late. He’s two and a half years too late. Gia was right.
“It didn’t change anything, now did it? Didn’t make you put in more effort, and try to have an actual relationship with me...” I grab my bag and walk back to the front entrance, putting on my boots. “And what about Claire?”
“I didn’t sleep with her!”
It’s my turn to laugh. I don’t know why I even do. Maybe because it’ll ensure I won’t cry.
“You love her! I know you do, Harv. At least admit that.” I wait for his answer, hoping for a miracle.
His silence is everything.
