Laura Sterling
I kept my back turned to him, staring out the window even though my vision was completely blurred with tears. The garden outside looked blurry and meaningless now. My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing my heart.
Why did this hurt so much?
I wiped my tears angrily with the back of my hand, but more kept falling. I hated myself for crying over this. I hated myself for caring at all.
*Why am I hurt?* I asked myself silently. *I don’t love him. I don’t even like him. He’s a Cole. He forced me into this contract. He’s cold, possessive, and dangerous…*
I knew he was trying to help me walk again. He got me a physiotherapist. He dealt with the doctor. He promised me an antidote. But kindness didn’t mean love. Kindness could just be another way to control someone. I ha
