Chloe's POV
What have I done?
He was crying like a baby and the hurt in his voice was evident.
The fear of losing me, the desperation as eh held unto my waist as if scared that I would push him off and run off.
Again, what have I done? I didn't mean for it to go this far.
I didn't mean to break my heart by shattering his, because the very sight of him crying and begging lik that just broke me.
I should have just stayed home and waited for him, I wouldn't have seen what I saw or heard what I heard and we would have been happy. I looked around for the sight of Cindy for of course, she was nowhere to be found.
After the call with her on the phone, Rhoda and I had gone through my closet and I discovered that I had more clothes than I ever knew, all designer down to my underwears.
