Page 100 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Finally, I took in my eyes. Dreary, empty…. blank. They were the only thing left for my façade of a happy person to be complete.

If only I could manage to sneak in a happy glint…

I should be used to this— all this. I should be used to staring, mindlessly, at my reflection, at empty spaces… I should be used to the oblivion I’d deliberately plunged myself into.

I should be used to this…new life.

But maybe I should also be grateful. That the hurt, the anger, and everything I’d felt had reduced to almost nothing.

A lone tear rolled down my cheeks, and I immediately dabbed it away. I couldn’t let it ruin my makeup.

I couldn’t ruin the facade.

My chest heaved as I let out a heavy breath. Despite the tears, the sigh…everything, I felt nothing.

Or maybe I did feel something, but I’d become used to it.

Used to the pain— the one that came with emptiness. The one that came with betrayal. The one that came with hurt.

I’d cried until I couldn’t anymore. I’d felt until I couldn’t feel anymore. I’d died until I had no choice but to live again.

My heart skipped a beat at the memory. It was the one thing I couldn’t numb. The one thing I couldn’t avoid.

It followed me everywhere, clawing at the strings in my heart and the nerves in my brain.

The only time I had an escape was when my eyes were shut in deep slumber. But even then, the memories still found ways to slip through the fickle barriers of my mind.

Nightmares.

I sighed. It felt like I was relieving my life. Life before all this. Life when I had no one. All over again.

But this time, it was different. It was a different kind of pain.

I glanced at the clock and noticed the time—7:36 a.m. Work began at 8:00 a.m.

Shaking my head, I grabbed my black bag, patted my face, and headed out of the apartment.

I stopped a taxi as soon as I spotted one.

After sliding into the warmth of the car, I let out a small breath, giving the driver the address.

I was going to a local law firm in town— in Louisiana.

Bringing my eyes from the Christmas decorations and snow-filled walkway, I placed them on my palms.

It had been three weeks since I left the life I’d known in the city. Three weeks since I left New York for Louisiana.

Louisiana.

It was my parent’s hometown. We’d visited a couple of times when I was younger. Now, everything seemed to have changed.

I shook my head. Of course, it had…. I had, too.

Except mine was for the worse.

After the false accusation, I’d gone to Sierra, explaining all that happened with tear-filled eyes, and a heavy heart.

As usual, she’d consoled me. It was then I realized I’d been framed; by the one I thought was a friend, Sarah.

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