He was playing with my emotions, he was making it even harder for me to hate him.
He knew how to keep himself in my mind.
It felt like he was meant to be with me forever, but it's funny how love can make you blind to everything else.
I'm guessing I chose to forget how he treated me when I was his assistant, or his newly wed wife. I ignored the way the treated his employees and partners.
I was blissfully ignorant and mindlessly infatuated.
I was like a flower, he took and slowly picked each petal off, and when he finally made it to the middle, the real me, threw on onto the ground to die.
I only knew him for 4 months, 3 of which he was my husband, but no one ever made me feel as happy.
Or as angry.
Or as loved.
Or as broken
as Xavier King.
XAVIER POV
The house felt empty.
No mu
