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Couldn't help waiting...

Just couldn't help hoping that Dmitry would tell her everything would be alright.

Because Dmitry never lied, and so if he told her that, surely it would be so.

And so she waited.

And waited.

But when no words came, she slowly lifted her head, and it was only then Tahey realized...

He was gone.

He had left her.

Again.

She jerked to her feet, confusion and hurt warring inside of her. Where had he gone? Why had he left? Didn't he know - how could he possibly not know...

Tahey heard footsteps, and she swung around, hope flaring inside of her heart. Maybe it was just like before, she thought feverishly, and she was overreacting.

But it wasn't like before.

And she was not overreacting.

Because the man in front of her was not Dmitry.

It was security, and he had been asked by Mr. Adrianov to inform Tahey that her services were no longer required. She was terminated from her job, effective immediately, and she was to clear the premises within an hour.

Chapter Fourteen

HE LEFT ME. The words seemed to take a life of its own, traitorously slipping under the cracks until they were able to imprint themselves on my mind. And after that, there was no escaping them.

He left me.

My hands shook. I didn't have much on my desk, just my phone, a couple of pens and notebooks, but God, my hands were shaking so bad that it seemed to take forever to get everything in my bag.

He left me.

The words nearly had me gasping out loud, and I quickly dragged deep gulps of oxygen back into my lungs. I can't cry. I glared down at my empty desk. One. Two. Three. I kept counting.

Just kept counting until I realized it was pointless.

Because it was over.

He left me.

I was already crying.

Tears so big and ugly that they made such embarrassing noise as they splashed against the blank surface of my desk. So much noise that in the corner of my eye, I saw the security guy awkwardly avert his gaze from me, as if finding the sight of me too miserable to bear.

Can't say I blame him.

I was pathetic.

Should've known better than to trust someone who had hurt me over and over again without explaining why.

Should've known better than to love a man like Dmitry Adrianov.

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