But being in this room made me teary. Each piece had a piece of my heart attached to it. Each work was painted from a place of love.
But not that I looked at them, I realized that love was built on a lie. These paintings were built on a lie told and one believed.
Tears burned the back of my eyes and began to blur my vision. All I did was love the man.
“Why did you do this to me, Garrett?” I couldn't help but sob. I was supposed to sort these out, but how could I when my feelings weren't?
Once again Amanda had done the thing she knew best to do. To take what was mine. My husband, my paintings and my name.
I should be angered by the betrayal, and heck I was. But more at myself for being too trusting despite my past. Being too dumb to have called out the signs.
“I can't do this…” I s
