Chapter 190
Leanne felt the searing sincerity in his eyes, but it was like waiting for a bus that never came. So, she started walking alone, and just as she did, the bus arrived at the station, but by then, she was too far down the road.
“Curtis, I really don’t love you anymore. Let’s just let each other go,” she said, her eyes locked with his, unwavering and unflinching.
Curtis felt a sharp pang of pain as he realized she wasn’t lying.
She truly didn’t love him anymore.
What could he possibly do? When it came to Leanne, he just couldn’t play it cool.
“So you
don’t love me, big deal. You didn’t love me when we first got married either.”
Curtis kissed her eyes gently, with a tenderness that was careful not to break her, “Leanne, you once loved me, and that’s enough. It’s my own damn fault for where we are today. Think of these last three years as getting lost on the way. I’m back at the starting line, and I’ll begin again from here.”
Leanne shook her head, pulling away from his embrace, “I don’t want to walk that path with you again.”
She turned and walked away, her pace quick, as if desperate to escape something.
Curtis stood alone in the desolate night, watching her retreating figure grow colder with distance.
She didn’t look back. Not even once.
To outsiders, Devin lived the dream life, money, freedom, and no one to answer to as long as he stayed on the right side of the law. He spent his days with a crowd of trust-fund kids, living it up, partying from dusk till dawn. It looked like life.
Devin’s inner thought was, “Damn! It’s so boring!”
Although he was a silver-spoon slacker, he despised those who were even more useless. than he was.
He never took his own brother seriously, always choosing to hang out with Curtis. But then Curtis left for Emberland and was gone for years, leaving Devin pining like he was in a long-distance relationship.
And now that Curtis had finally come back, he was too busy chasing after his wife.
And Skyler, always orbiting around that gold-digging girl.
Damn it!
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Chapter 190
In the VIP lounge, eight out of ten guys were cuddling up with their girls, the air filled with their coquettish laughter, now begging “Babe, feed me,” then playfully protesting, “Stop it.”
Devin was sick of it, “All lovey-dovey idiots.”
A friend nudged him, “How about that dancer from the academy over there? She’s stunning. You’re not into her?”
Devin replied, dryly, “I’m into your dad. Is that okay?”
When Curtis walked in, he found a couple on the sofa lost in each other, the guy’s hand sneaking under the girl’s clothes. They stopped as he entered, the guy struggling to stand
up
but unable to with the girl in his lap, and respectfully greeted, “Curtis.”
Curtis barely glanced their way, pockets casually slung, as he strolled in, “Get a room. Have some decorum.”
The guy quickly got up and followed suit, pouring drinks with eager hospitality.
Devin was sprawled out like a boss, feet propped on the table. He blinked at Curtis, “Curtis, what are you doing here? Weren’t you off star-gazing with your lady?”
Curtis sat down and casually took a glass of booze, “She’s asleep.”
Devin couldn’t help but laugh, “Kicked out of the bedroom again, huh?”
Curtis shot a dagger-like look his way, his lips curving into a cold smirk, “Amusing, is it?”
Devin quickly dropped his feet and scooted out of striking distance, feigning a hard slap to his own face.
“No need for you to do it, I’ve got it covered.”