ROOSEVELT’S POV
The night air was freezing, but I didn't feel the cold, I only felt the heavy, crushing pain in my chest.
I walked quickly down the dark street, every step away from the mansion felt like a knife cutting into my heart.
I stopped for a moment and looked back at the gates of the King estate. A hot tear slid down my cheek.
I loved him. God, I loved Zyran so much that it physically hurt to breathe. I loved the man who used to smile at me across the dinner table. I loved the man who bought our first cozy beach cabin. I loved how his large hands felt when he held me in his sleep. My heart screamed at me to turn around, to run back into his arms, to forgive him for the divorce papers and the cruel lies.
But I placed my shaking hand over my flat stomach.
I cannot stay, I told
