Richard’s POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the city lights outside the window. The penthouse was too quiet, too cold.
Susan had left hours ago, angry at me for not going to her stupid party. I couldn’t focus on her anymore.
All I could think about was Sarah.
I don’t know when it started, this gnawing feeling in my gut.
Maybe it was when I saw her in the news a few weeks ago, sitting next to Wesley. Smiling. Confidence. Happy.
And that’s what twisted me up inside. Happy. Without me.
I shook my head, trying to push it away, but the thoughts kept coming back.
I thought being with Susan was the right thing. I thought she would fit into my life better, that she wouldn’t ask for too much.
But now, sitting here alone, it hit me like a slap in the face.
I had made the biggest
