Anthony
He closed that diary after reading the last entry and pushed it across the desk to the first one. The last words she’d documented in it were Christy has won; he even knew why those words because he never really went to her bed at all anymore.
It was barely once a month and for maybe an hour, before Christy called him away. Sometimes she’d call him away before he and Mischa spent any time together, and she said nothing when he told her Christy needed him, just nodded without so much as a word, because she expected it.
Anthony felt tears roll down his own face at times as he read what she documented, all the pain and heartache he’d caused her, and not seen or cared to feel from her. She still loved him but knew she’d lost him, knew that two decades of their mate bond couldn’t hol
