Chapter Sixty-Nine
Dear Chloé,
Your betrayal—and I don’t use this word with resentment or in a negative sense—was transformative.
And what many would call your insane act of running away from the Solar and making this whole trip to Italy after their love?
It was the kick-start I needed to make my own choices and have what I call courage.
I was very, very angry when I found out you were betraying me. Yes, I was—forgive me the expression—pissed off. When I arrived in Sicily I wanted to kill you—not literally, of course. Even more so because then your parents and Carl had stuffed my head with bullshit against you.
And when I found out you were pregnant? I went crazy.
But during the long hours of my trip back to London, my anger turned against myself. How was it that I, a rich and noble
