Daynara
“Did you think Nicholas would want to stay with you? Or that he even loved you?” my Père chuckles derisively. His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he circles my crying form.
I know he’s waiting for me to answer, but all I can do is clutch my chest and quietly sob.
Père grips my chin roughly and pulls me to the window. My heart shatters as I observe Nicholas getting into his car, his back stiff and his expression blank. He doesn’t look back or seem reluctant to leave.
Père growls, “Look at your love. He won’t even look back. Do you know what he said before he left?”
I stifle a sob, tearfully look back at my Père and shake my head.
His lip quirks into a sneer as he leans close and cruelly states, “Nicholas told me not to tell you where he was going. He didn’t even wish to say
