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Rose stared down at her skimpy littledress.She’d come to the clubhouse to surprise him, and now she wasthe one surprised.

Turning on her heel, she heard Hardycalling her name.She couldn’t listen to him, nor did she wantto.

Tears fell from her eyes as she rushedout of the clubhouse.She didn’t wait around for anyone to stopher.Lash was stood by his car about to get inside.

She opened the passenger door andbegged him to get her out of there.

“What’s going on?”Lashasked.

“Nothing.I just reallyneed to leave, and I need to leave now.”

When Lash pulled out of the parkinglot, she chanced a look behind her in time to see Hardy rushingout.Closing her eyes, Rose kept it together for the longest time.Only when she was alone did she finally break down intears.

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“I want a divorce,” Rosesaid.

It had been a week since she’d seenHardy.She’d gone to a hotel and had only just come back home.Hardy reached out to touch her knee, and she pulledaway.

“Baby, please.”

“What?Don’t divorce you?PretendI didn’t witness you fucking another woman?You cheated on me,Hardy.You fucked another woman.I fucking hate you!”She slappedhim around the face, and was so angry with herself and with him,she slapped him again.

“Yes, hit me, baby.Make ithurt.I’m so sorry.”

His words stopped her.Hardy wanted her tohurt him to make his cheating seem fine.No, she wasn’t going tomake it easy on him.It wasn’t fair.

Shaking her head, she pulled away fromhim, tugging her knees up to her chest.“I don’t want you to touchme.”

“Rose?”

“You promised you’d never hurtme.You’ve hurt me, you hateful bastard.”

She stared out of thewindow.

“I know.I will make it upto you.I promise.I’ll never hurt you again.”

A couple of days later Rose foundherself still living with Hardy, but she’d moved into the sparebedroom.The thought of him touching her filled her with so muchregret.

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“I’ve told you to go,” Hardysaid, pushing the club whore away.He couldn’t believe what he’ddone.Seeing the shock, the pain, and the utter disgust on Rose’sface had awakened something within him.He didn’t know why he’dcheated on Rose.There was no fucking reason to.She was still thelove of his life.The only woman he’d ever fucking loved, and he’druined it.He was a fucking asshole, and for the past couple ofweeks, he’d been in hell.It was all his own fault.Rose had beenreaching out to him, and he’d pushed her away.It wasn’t like theclub whore was anything special either.She was a bitch and in noway compared to Rose.Something had lured him into this woman’sbed, and right now, he wasn’t even tempted.Rose was in the house,still keeping her distance, and he couldn’t have her hurtanymore.

He’d done enoughdamage.

“I’m pregnant.”

No, no, no, no, fuckno.

Hardy was hit in the chest because hefinally realized why he’d cheated on Rose.He’d been so fucking fedup with her being depressed about not being able to have kids, thathe’d stopped going home, tired of her moping around.His ownselfishness had done this to them.

“Hardy, don’t push heraway,” Rose said, coming up behind him.“You were more than happyto have your dick in her.”

Even as she spoke the words with acoldness that surprised him, Hardy saw the real pain in her eyes.She was so sad, so pained, so hurt.

This is all yourfault.

You hurt her.

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