Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Addy baby, please,” he pleaded, his expression completely broken.
I sobbed, my heart breaking right along with his. I shook my head at him, a couple of tears trickling down my cheeks. He shakily reached up to wipe them away, and I let him, letting us have this one last, beautiful moment together before I destroyed both of us completely.
“I will always love you, Tristan, but I don’t love you enough to be with you anymore. I’m having a kid with River. Tristan, he makes me happy,” I cried, a small, broken smile touching my lips as I thought about how alive River made me feel, how different River was from the other men I’d had in my life.
I looked up at Tristan again, reaching up to take his handsome face between my hands as I let my eyes meet his shattered ones. “You have to let me go, Tristan,” I begged him, my voice as broken as I felt. “If you love me as much as you say you do, you’ll let me go, and you’ll let me be truly happy for once in my life.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing hard as he nodded. I reached up on my tiptoes and gently pressed my lips to his cheek. “I will always love you, Tristan, but I can’t do this with you anymore,” I whispered before I stepped around him and moved out of the kitchen, silent tears sliding down my cheeks as I left that piece of my heart that would always belong to Tristan in that kitchen at his feet.
I wanted to drink. Fucking hell, I wanted to do nothing more than get absolutely shit-faced and trash some shit, something—anything—to get this pain out of my chest.
I wanted to fucking fight.
My hands were itching to destroy something. Somebody.
Joseph arched an eyebrow at me when I stepped into the garage. “Something got you worked up, girly?” he asked me, clearly concerned, but I didn’t want his concern. I wanted him to hate me as much as I hated myself because I was a fucked-up bitch with an ugly, dark soul.
I scowled at him. “Fucking call me ‘girly’ one more fucking time, and I’ll shove that wrench so far up your ass that you’ll be tasting steel for the rest of your life,” I snarled at him.
Eyes widening, he held his hands up in a defensive gesture, stepping back from me instantly. “Woah, chill. I was just joking, Adelaide. I’m sorry,” he apologized.
I barked out a laugh, slowly feeling my composure slipping. I was hanging on by a thread, and it was about to snap. And it was going to be ugly as fuck when it did.
“I’m so fucking sick of everyone,” I seethed. He eyed me warily. “I can’t get one goddamn moment of happiness before someone is trying to fucking slaughter it.”
I had been set on what I wanted. I had been secure in what I was doing with my life. I had been completely secure in my relationship with River. And then, Tristan had to corner me in the fucking kitchen.
I’d been slowly losing my grip on my sanity since then.
I hated it, but it was the kind of effect that Tristan had on me.
“Want to talk about it?” Joseph asked me a bit cautiously.
I snorted. “Do I want to fucking talk about it?” I raged, another humorless laugh escaping my lips. Tears burned in my eyes, but I forced them to stay back. I didn’t want to cry. Did I even have the right to cry? I’d gone behind Tristan’s back and slept with one of his own club members, and now, I had just ripped his heart out of his chest a second time.
Should I just have been selfless and stayed with him?
“The one man that I’ve loved just about my entire fucking life just made me not only rip out his heart but my own with it, and you want to ask me if I want to talk about it?!” I finally yelled, completely losing it. “I don’t even fucking know why he’s here! I don’t fucking know why the fuck he had to show up!” I screamed, grabbing one of the toolboxes and shoving it to the ground, tears streaming down my face.
There was so much pain in my chest. I wanted it to go away. I didn’t want to feel like this over Tristan. I didn’t want to hurt anymore.
I was so, so tired of hurting.
Fuck, I just wanted to be happy and secure in what I was doing with River. Joey understood it, and what he and I had together ran even deeper than the shit with me and Tristan had. Why couldn’t Tristan just accept it and let me move on?
“I want to hate him,” I sobbed, tears running down my face. God, I was so fucking weak, and I hated it. Hated myself. “Why can’t I just fucking hate him?!” I screeched.