CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
RYAN’S POV
In forty-five minutes, I’d be strutting the runaway and all I could think about was the guilt that had been gnawing at me for a few days now. I wanted to call her, tell the entire truth but I knew the moment I did, she was sure going to dump me or worse, file a goddamn divorce. I had become exactly the man I loathed the most; my father. I cheated on the woman I was supposed to treasure the most in the entire world and then I’m lying on her face. She deserved better than me and yet, I couldn’t bring myself to let her go. The thought of her being away from me, probably in another man’s arms, made me want to commit murder. My phone rang and just to my utter nightmare it was Sheila. I watched it ring, my mind floating back to what I could remember from that fatef
