Page 142 of Wingwoman
Honeyed eyes...
Does she not know, I'm her demise?
She thinks it's love
But I surmise
She'll soon learn my words were all lies...
My eyes misted with tears at his words as I tried in vain to blink them away.
Each line struck my heart like a steel blade, lashing, tearing, leaving wounds that stung like acid.
He was singing about me. About our inevitable breakup.
This love she claims
Is mine to take
Will surely cause her heart to break
I’ll dance on the grave
Of my mistake
Destruction left within the wake.
Maggie reached for my hand and squeezed. "Hope," she whispered.
But there wasn't anything she could say.
All the proof I needed was right there in the song. In his words.
This was fake.
He was going to break my heart…
No.
It wasn’t just that he was going to break my heart. He was orchestrating it. Counting on it. Plotting it like some nefarious scheme.
The music from his first album swirled in my mind. Every song was about heartbreak. Every lyric, every haunted sad note harped on one common theme: Broken love.
“I’m such an idiot,” I whispered.
He didn’t just want me as his muse.
He wanted me as his fall guy. His punching bag. The next ex in a long string of women used and discarded for his creative gain.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, trying to keep my composure. The man I had fallen for, the one I had shared my heart with, was a complete fraud. He never felt the way I did. It was a lie, all of it.
Turning to Maggie, I put on a brave face. "I should go. It’s pretty obvious he never wanted me here."
She nodded, concern etching lines onto her forehead. "I'll come with you."
"No, it's okay," I said, forcing a smile. "I need to do this alone."
Before I could change my mind, I turned and walked down the hall, my heels clicking on the polished concrete floors.
