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“But you didn’t trust me, right? You didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth.”

“No. It was never about that. All I wanted was for you to be happy, to have a fulfilled life, I wanted you to reach all your dreams and goals.”

Anger blazes in her dark eyes, she is showing her fighting spirit in the way she’s standing up for herself.

If I wasn’t so scared of losing her, I would be proud as fuck.

“But how dare you make those kinds of choices for me? Who the hell are you to make those assumptions, shutting me out, and in the process throwing away everything we’d worked so hard to build together? Chase Holland, who the hell gave you the right to rule my life in that way? What kind of man are you?”

And then she does something she’s never done before. She raises her hand and slaps my face. Hard.

It fucking hurts, in my soul more than physically. Because her words have hit home. She’s right.

“I’m just the man who loves you,” I whisper. “But I know I really messed up, big time.”

“Love isn’t just about sharing the good times, that would be really shallow and selfish. But that’s seems to be all you thought I was capable of, and it begs the question - did you ever really know me?”

She pulls away from me, walking off into the torrential rain.

“Roselynn! Baby, wait for me,” I call, but she quickens her pace, not really looking where she’s going, bumping into a couple of people in her haste to get away from me. She finally reaches the street and without even glancing up to notice that the light is green, she steps out into the road.

Shit.

A taxi is coming.

If only I had Hermes’ winged sandals, but my stupid fucking legs just won’t respond as fast as I need them to.

“Roselynn! Look out!” I yell, as I manage to get to her and shove her out of the way.

It all happens so quickly.

I hear the screeching of tires.

I feel myself flying through the air as the taxi hits me.

“Chase!” I hear Roselynn’s desperate scream, but it’s too late.

My whole world turns black.

I love you, Roselynn.

I just want you to be happy.

My soul will be with you forever, no matter where I am.

Chapter 27

Rose

Present day

Minutes feel like eons.

Uncertainty.

Silence.

Panic.

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