Chapter 128
Rhett had gone to the clubhouse because he thought alcohol would make everything disappear.
That had been the plan.
He'd walked through the doors on the first night with his shoulders tight, his eyes hollow, and enough anger sitting beneath his skin to make everyone in the room instinctively give him space.
He had dropped onto the leather couch, ordered a bottle, and started drinking like he was trying to punish his own liver for everything his heart couldn't survive.
By the third glass, nothing had changed.
The liquor burned down his throat, but it didn't burn away the memory.
Sage's face was still there.The video was still there.
Her voice was still there.
And worst of all, his own voice was still there in his head, replaying every cruel thing he'd ever said to her.
