CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHANEL’S POV
I glanced at the watch. Thirty-three minutes past eleven.
Where are you, Dane? Drinking yourself to death because you can’t get her out of your mind?
I shook my head, refuting those thoughts as I resumed pacing in the living room. I’d told myself a million times over that I trusted my husband wouldn’t hurt me on purpose but tonight I was doubting that very statement. As much as I tried to believe him that he was over her, I just couldn’t. Something in me, a strange feeling, nagged me in the deepest parts of my soul.
In a few days, I’d be leaving for Paris and I didn’t know whether I could trust him enough. Weird, isn’t it? That one day your trust could be blow completely by something supposed to be so trivial? Because now no matter how I think about it,
