“Richard, you’re hurting me.” I raised pleading eyes to him, but was only met with cold sapphire.
“Bad things happen when I think I can’t trust someone I love, Elizabeth.”
“I can explain…”
“You know that, don’t you? That I love you?”
My heart bled. Tears streamed down my cheeks. For him to be confessing his feelings for me all the while knowing I had deliberately deceived him was too much. My lips trembled. I could only nod.
A server approached us on the dance floor with a tray bearing two filled champagne flutes. Unlike the other servers who were attired in black shirts and slacks, this man was in a tuxedo.
Richard picked up the two flutes and handed me one.
A chill went up my spine as I looked into the light amber liquid, watching the frenetic rise of bubbles.
“Drink, my love,” he said deliberately. His dark gaze burned into mine.
What a wicked game you played….
I had no choice. I loved him. Yes, I feared the man I also loved.
My life had become… complicated.
With a shaking hand, I raised the glass to my lips and drank.
That was the last thing I remembered…