Page 118 of Fall for You
She didn’t miss the slight accusation in his tone, and she frowned.
What was he talking about?
How did anyone find out the truth?
“I had no choice,” he continued. “Those RS initials on the handkerchief can help prove that No Man’s Land belongs to the Spencer family.”
Willow shook her head, her heart aching so badly she thought it might actually be breaking. This couldn’t be happening. “What about the CK cuff links? And…and the family recipes!” Her voice was rising, growing tighter as she saw him drawing even further away until all she could take in was his disdain. His contempt.
For her.
She couldn’t take it.
Yet the unfairness of it had her pleading, even though she knew it was useless. “I have diary entries, Eric. I can prove those items in the box belonged to the King family.”
His tone was bland as he glanced away from her and softly mutilated what was left of her dying heart. “What items?”
“The items in the—” Her voice died as his meaning became startlingly clear.
His look was so cold, so unfeeling. He’d betrayed her. He’d…he’d made her think that he cared about her and then broken her heart.
Why?
It was cruel.
So incredibly, unnecessarily cruel.
Before she could stop herself, she slapped him across the face. She slapped him so hard her hand stung, her cold fingers burning as she tried to glare up at him. “How could you?”
She wanted to scorch him with her gaze, but she was too devastated. All she could manage was a soft whimper as she fought to keep herself upright.
“I did what I had to do.” Eric shrugged, his unfeeling expression helping her anger spark.
It gave a little strength to her voice as she rose to her full height. She was still so short compared to him, but she pulled her shoulders back and choked out the words as best she could.
“No, you didn’t. You didn’t have to.” She shook her head, backing away with tears flowing down her cheeks. “You destroyed part of my history. You betrayed me!”
He blinked, his expression buckling for a fleeting moment. His mask fell away, and she saw it, for just a second. Saw the pain on his face, the guilt, the remorse.
“Willow.” He took a step toward her.
“Don’t.” She held up a finger, and he stopped. She wasn’t buying into that again. She wasn’t going to let him manipulate her. Maybe he did have a soft, sweet side, but it would always be overshadowed by the darkness.
Just like Anakin Skywalker and Darth freakin’ Vader!
She couldn’t trust this man.
“Don’t you ever speak to me again.” Her voice was so hard and cold, she barely recognized it. “I never should have trusted you. I should have known better. You’re aSpencer, and my family was right all along. The only gem to come out of your family was a sweet Rose who would rather have spent her life with a King than stayed here!”
She didn’t wait for a response. Turning on her heel, she ran like her life depended on it.
She ran.
And she never looked back.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Eric watched Willow go.
