Warning: Mature minds only
Author’s POV
Beatrice left Rafael with her decision weighing heavily on her chest. She was finished being his mistress. If she couldn’t ever be his wife, then she refused to stay trapped in a life built on hope that led nowhere.
She walked straight to one place...Rose’s room.
She paused, then knocked. The door opened almost immediately.
“Beatrice?” Rose asked, surprised.
“Can I come in?”
“Of course.” Rose stepped aside, and Beatrice entered. The room fell into a quiet stillness.
“I’m leaving,” Beatrice said.
“What?” Rose blinked. “You’re leaving?”
“For good.” Her voice held no hesitation.
“Are you sure?” Rose asked softly.
Beatrice nodded.
“So this is it?” Rose breathed. “You’re going to leave me here… with Rafael?”
Their eyes met.
“Don’t worry,” B
