CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHANEL’S POV
I thought Dane would try to stop me but I was glad he didn’t. Instead of bothering anyone with my problems, I went straight to the office, armed with the half empty bottle of whiskey and it was a good thing I always had a pair of clothes in my office. I thought I’d get wasted enough to pass out but instead I’d ended up staring at the liquor, the energy and interest to drink it fading away. Its what pain does to you. It would break you in the worst ways possible. All I could do for the remainder of the night was replay it.
“Cynthia,” I felt my world stop. Cynthia? Who the hell was Cynthia?
“What? No, I’m not Cynthia. Its me, your wife Chanel,” I muttered, my voice croaking slightly.
“I’m so sorry, Cynthia. I wish I had fought harder for us. I miss you s
