Chapter 23: A Bit of Madness
Cassandra
The days passed with unbearable slowness. I took refuge in my apartment, isolated from the outside world, trying to drown my thoughts. The press had leaked the news that Warrick and I had not returned to London together, and the rumors multiplied incessantly. But that was the least of it. What hurt me the most was the emptiness I felt in my chest, the betrayal and deception that Warrick had inflicted on me.
My phone kept ringing. Messages and calls from Warrick piled up, but I didn't respond to any of them. His voice in the voice notes, full of pleading and remorse, caused me a mix of anger and sadness that I preferred to ignore. I didn't want to talk to him. I couldn't talk to him.
I had spent entire days in my studio, surrounded by sketches and
