CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
ANURAK’S POV
He never came home by the time we left. How could I still hold onto hope when he had flat right told me on my face he couldn’t like me enough to separate his feelings for me from the hatred he harbored for my parents? Maybe a part of me actually understands it but the other part was swimming in the pain of rejection.
The entire flight back to New York, I barely slept a wink. Instead, I thought of him; the man who made me feel so many emotions all at once. The man that me caught deep in his web of lust, lies and feelings I could not coin a perfect name for. The man I left behind. Or he left me. It was hard to tell who left the other at this point. Maybe if he had called or if had at least tried, I wouldn’t be feeling this suffocated.
When I get at home,
