She remembered the first time she had learned about Alina Kokinos’ presence in his life. The memory burned vividly in her mind, pain shredding her heart as she remembered Damen capturing her wrist when she attempted to touch his face. She had asked him what was wrong. She had asked because even though she had a sick feeling in her stomach that something was wrong, she hadgoddamnasked him because she wanted him to prove her wrong.

Damen? What’s wrong?

What exactly do you think we are now, Mairi?

Are you worried about the labels? We don’t have to be girlfriend or boyfriend. We can just be...an item.

An item...that will eventually lead to marriage?

Eventually, yes.

But how can that be when I am still engaged to the Kokinos heiress?

Mairi squeezed her eyes shut, but more unwanted memories flooded her mind. She remembered, God how she remembered, the pain still raw, the time she hadgoddamnasked Damen when he wanted to throw her out of his house.

I won’t believe you until I hear it from—-

Get out of this house. Is that clear enough for you?

What?

Get out of my fucking house, you gold-digging bitch!

Damen, what are you—-

What I am is a fucking fool to think you loved me.

Mairi covered her face with her hands, needing the world to be dark so that no one would see her as she made the choice to be weak.

She had asked Damen.

So many goddamn times.

But this time, she couldn’t afford to ask him, knowing if she did, she might not be strong enough to stay strong for her baby.










Chapter 18