Stefano
Where the hell was she?
It had been hours, hours since she had walked out of the diner and into the back of a cab without looking back.
Why the hell had she not looked back? If she had looked at me , I could have made her listen to me. Made her understand.
But no , she was too quick to think the worst of me.
And I was fed up of it. Jealousy was one thing , I got more jealous than most men especially when I caught guys checking her out but I didn’t jump to conclusions.
I didn’t try and through what we had at any given opportunity.
I felt my hand curl into a fist, I couldn’t live like this anymore. I was miserable. Lily was miserable.
Maybe we just weren’t meant to be.
I loved her though, more than I had ever loved anyone except Ethan. I would rather be miserable forever
