“You’ll fly backnow.”
From the tone of his voice, I knew better than to risk losing him when I needed him most.
I can’t risk losing Tatiana either, though.
“I just want to check a few more places, Ralph,” I said. “It’ll only take a few hours and I’ll still be back in time.”
“Head to the airport now or I’m quitting.” He hung up before I could say another word.
Fuck.
FORTY-FOUR
PRESENT DAY
TATIANA
5 Nights Before the Rematch
Manhattan, New York
Text from Travis (Don’t Answer):
Tatiana, it’s 4 a.m., but I know you’re awake. Pick up the phone.
Text from Travis (Don’t Answer):
I really need to talk to you. Just hear me out for two minutes.
Text from Travis (Don’t Answer):
Are you still coming to my fight?
Text from Travis (Don’t Answer):
I’m sending a private plane to NYC so you can watch it from the front row like we always discussed.
Tears streamed down my face as I looked over Travis’s morning messages—wondering if his heart was as broken as mine.
As tempted as I was to respond, I could no longer play the part of a masochist.
I deleted his messages and finally did what I should’ve done years ago, what would’ve spared me a love I could never keep and a heartache time could never cure.
I blocked his number.
Permanently.
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