The burning sensation in my mouth and throat was the only thing that kept me grounded. How could he do that to me? Just cut me off for her. What right did she have? He was mine long before she laid claim to him? I would not let her do that to me. What had I ever done to her? Other than what happened in the bedroom, but I no longer felt remotely guilty for that.
“Rylie, are you ok?” What was with him and the stupid questions when I had my head in a toilet bowl?
“Not really.”
“I will wait for you on the terrace. It’s safer that way.” For a few precious moments, everything had returned to how they should have been until it was all snatched cruelly away from me again. I had no idea how to cope with the pain in my soul. I had coped with it before, believing my love had eased, but I was wrong
