The Lush House was just as spectacular as ever. A porcelain tea set was laid out before me for afternoon tea with little finger sandwiches and tiny sweets. The only thing keeping me in my seat was the delicate cup filled with some sort of oolong that I refused to drop despite my trembling.
I was going to confront Rob and despite everything that's occured recently, I would never be ready to do so. I wasn't ready last time and look what happened. It didn't help that I felt guilty for orchestrating this, even though he had planned our reconciliation from the very beginning without remorse.
I had to know the truth about all of this. I needed to hear it from him.
Why couldn't we just talk about all of this? Why did he have to go to these lengths and act so—so desperate that he somehow conv
