Chapter 7
Without saying a single word, Damien firmly pressed the bracelet into my palm. “Please… keep it. It was your favorite.
“I’m not trying to win you back. I just want you to be happy.”
I looked down at the bracelet resting in my palm and let out a cold, bitter laugh. “I don’t care about this broken thing anymore.”
Right in front of him, I threw it back into the trash. I heard it break again as it hit the bottom.
Damien’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth slightly open, but no words came.
“I treasured it because I loved you. I held on to everything you gave me, as if it meant the world.
“But now, I hate you. And everything that reminds me of you only makes my skin crawl.”
As the weight of my words settled between us, I saw Damien’s eyes begin to redden, a faint glimmer of tears forming in them.
Without thinking, I lifted my hand and wiped the corner of my own eye.
It was the first time I ever saw him cry. Yet I had cried for him countless times before.
I had cried the night he was ambushed and beaten in that alley after his first court case.
I had cried when he finally bought his own place in Aberton, a home carved out with nothing but sheer determination.
had cried on the day we shared our first wedding ceremony.
But none of those tears held a candle to the ones I shed when he left me for Astrid.
He went from being my greatest source of comfort to feeling like a complete stranger.
Now, his tears were just a reaction to the fact that I truly didn’t want him anymore. After all, who wouldn’t be hurt losing the perfect nanny?
I didn’t pay Damien any mind and slipped back inside my house to finish my meal.
My expression remained neutral, and my parents didn’t suspect a thing. They just kept piling food onto my plate, happily sharing their stories of their legal cases with me.
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