Nina’s POV:
Wheeling my suitcase out of the airport, I stare down at the white tiles, shoulders bumping into others, but I ignore them. “Nina,” a voice calls for me.
I rush into his arms. “T-T-Tyler,” I cried out his name, unable to form a complete sentence, as he held me tightly.
When we got home, mom stood in front of the house, waiting for me. Hesitantly, she held out her arms, and I rushed into it, sobbing my heart out.
How much of it was a lie? Did Matt really love me? Maybe he is using me for an heir? Is there anything else that he is hiding? Perhaps he has a mistress on the side? Those questions continuously circle my mind, one worse than the next.
The whole week, I laid inside my old bedroom, not speaking to anyone. The days pass, filled with tears and vomit. I pray t
