Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 2) by Rose Devereux

Author:Rose Devereux [Devereux, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Devereux Books
Published: 2016-02-21T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

For three hours I lay in the tangled sheets, anguish and tears alternating with determination.

I would not stay where I wasn’t wanted. As wrong as I believed Marc was, I wouldn’t try to talk him out of it. I wouldn’t be Lydia, clutching at him in desperation, literally going insane with love and desire. It would only make him pity me, and I would not be pitied.

Though it wasn’t quite dawn, I got up. I stole past Marc, who was asleep on the couch with his arm over his eyes and an empty snifter beside him on the coffee table. Closing drawers and closets quietly in the master bedroom, I packed my suitcase. I left behind the dresses and shoes Marc had given me, and folded the lingerie in an empty drawer.

Instead of a note, I left the beautiful crystal bottle of perfume in the middle of his dresser where he couldn’t miss it. It had once been a token of how deeply he understood me – now it was a reminder of what happened when I let my guard down. I’d tried it once. Never again. I might spend the rest of my life isolated and unhappy, but it was better than this.

Stealthily wheeling my suitcase to the front door, I managed to leave without waking him. I took a cab to the Hotel du Fort across town and ordered a room service breakfast, which I choked down despite my lack of appetite. Eating, unpacking, planning out my last restaurant review – I did everything mechanically, with an instinctive numbness that let me function with almost no feeling.

I wouldn’t think about Marc or Trevor or anything else. Not yet. There would be plenty of time for that when I flew home in a few days.

Bruises covered by a long-sleeved blouse, I went to the lunch I’d missed yesterday. I had no smile for the hostess, only a request for a table near the back. I’d been avoiding my phone all morning but looked at it once I was seated, hoping for a message from Marc. Nothing but a blank screen.

By now he’d found me gone. Obviously he wasn’t wondering where I was or how I was doing after one of the worst days of my life. He sure knew how to end a relationship – wait until things got messy, mumble a few half-assed excuses, and blow me off.

At least he’d waited to dump Lydia until she was out of the hospital. With me, he hadn’t even waited until morning to act like he was bailing for my own good.

It was my first day without lingerie, a beautiful dress, and heels in what seemed like months. In my simple gray pants and blazer I felt like the modest person I used to be. I’d been so willing to give her up and disown her. As I picked at my lunch I quietly mourned the Sophie I’d been with Marc – the free spirit, the sensual coquette, the woman who’d taken pleasure and risked everything, living as if this time would never end.

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