Lagos
I didn’t want to be in the bedroom when Ness returned, and locking myself in my room didn’t seem like a good idea either.
I risked going after her, begging her to stay with me—though I honestly don’t understand why.
I admit that what she said makes sense.
There are no more secrets.
She’s about to achieve what she wanted when she married me, and I...
Well, I’m just a f*****g mess with arms and legs.
I swirl the amber liquid in my glass, trying for the thousandth time to organize my thoughts.
"She’s leaving. I’ll never see her again. Maybe she’ll find some guy who deserves her and makes her happy."
I huff and down the rest of the glass in one gulp.
I can’t picture Ness with another man, but I also know I don’t deserve her.
Not after what I’ve done.
“Mind if I join you?”
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