“Are you okay?” Christian asked worriedly, placing Tatiana on the bouncy king-sized bed that was wrapped in white bedsheets. Tatiana was still wet and shivering from the cold. She was trembling vehemently as if she was almost dying.
He couldn’t stop thinking about Lewis’s words. It echoed in his head like a broken record. Was Tatiana really using him? How was she using him? And why would she do that if she really loved him?
Those words were at the tip of his tongue. He tried ignoring the feeling that something was off with Tatiana since they got back together. They broke up before and eight and a half months later she reappeared in his life, and begged for his forgiveness as if the brokenness that was inside him was never there.
He was the happiest man since then.
But now, looking back
