*SELENE*
I stared at the hotel room door after it closed.
He left.
Maxwell actually left me here, crying, to follow her back to the car.
I sank onto the bed, pressing my hands to my face. The robe he'd bought me felt too soft, too expensive, too much like a consolation prize.
My phone sat on the nightstand. I'd been texting him all day. All day. And he'd come for ten minutes, brought his wife, and left.
I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
When I came back, when I finally worked up the courage to reach out after all these years, he was happy. Relieved. He'd pulled me into his arms like I was oxygen and he'd been drowning.
"It's just a contract," he'd said about the marriage. "Three years. Almost over. She means nothing."
I'd believed him
