Chapter 14
Scarlett's POV
I woke up hating myself.
I was in the bedroom, on the bed, sore and alone. The other end of the bed was cold again and neatly tucked in. Christian had used me and left.
Again.
The guilt sat heavier than the memories did, heavier even than the ache still lingering in my muscles and between my thighs. I lay still for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, running through every excuse I could offer myself and believing none of them.
I let him. That was the part I couldn't understand. That some broken part of me craved his touch, in spite of everything.
Was my hatred just a lie I kept telling myself? Had I really spent four years trying to bury a love that had never died? I should hate him. After everything he had taken from me... after the years of pain, the
