Christian missed Tatiana. A whole lot. When he took his right foot forward and left foot forward alternately and repetitively, his head was magnetising itself to look back and see Samantha’s face—her reaction. He wanted to know how her blue eyes would look like. Would it be crestfallen? Would it yield brokenness? Or would it be emptiness? She held that very look ever since that morning. What made her divorce their sham marriage all of a sudden? Who made her change her mind?
Somehow, at the back of his mind, he knew it was Nick. It was screaming at every vein of his body. But he shouldn’t poke his nose on other people’s businesses. Samantha made her choice and he made his. All he felt was the gaping hole enlarging inside his heart. His luggage felt heavier and heavier on his grip, his gut
