It was half a month later when I saw James again.
He stood stiffly at the front door of the villa, his tall figure drenched in the fine mist of the drizzle.
"Rory..." He stared at me, his eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. "I was an i***t.
"I hurt you. I hurt my mom too."
"If it weren't for you, I would've still been fooled by Yvonne, completely unaware of the truth."
He reached out to take my hand. I didn't pull away, but I didn't respond either. I simply looked at him in silence.
"Rory, I know I was wrong. Can you give me one more chance?"
"James," I sighed, pulling my hand back before he could hold it, "stop dragging this out. It's pointless. Don't you understand? The moment you stood in front of the media and told everyone Yvonne wasn't the other woman, my feelings f
