His Cruel Love, My Broken Heart

ught her a private island, a fleet of luxury cars, and a fashi

stagram of them kissing, with

of my heart that used to ache for

ones to my jar. It wa

ll room in the staff quarters. It w

What have you been doing?" he asked, as if my life out

replied, m

was holding a sleek, black

nt, gave a small, stupid flutter.

urface. My mind flashed to the calendar. Tomorrow was the annive

athetic celebration of my own. I would buy myself a sma

bered. Maybe t

tubborn, fo

n black velvet, was not a piece of

A helmet, gloves, and a fireproof suit.

favori

gear, my throa

ual, as if he were discussing the weather. "Kylie was supposed

yes empty of emotion.

eed, illegal street race through treacherous

mpany is the main sponsor," he continued. "You'll wear this.

was leaning against the frame, a smug l

purr. "It's a limited edition. And try not t

smile on his lips. "Don't worry

acea

g in the air

r," I said, my voice bare

ntence. Our anniversary.

ecognition in his eyes. For a m

morrow," he

you remembered! Tomorrow is the anniversary of our first ki

shed. He smiled at her, completely captivat

xpression all business agai

cribbling a number. "Here's a bonus. O

e check and ha

I was worth to h

long, felt a final, crushing blow. It

left. No love, n

old, emp

ck. I looked h

ice clear and steady. "I will c

d. He had his tool,

their laughter echo

the racing suit in one han

e was t

be my fin

debt would be