Genevieve:
“Look at him as he leaves,” I said under my breath.
I stood at the window of my room, watching Caspian load his bags into the car. Tears welled up in my eyes as my hand instinctively patted my chest, trying to comfort my aching heart. Denise had decided to leave with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if their wedding invitation arrived next. It had become a habit of people around me. After burning my world down, they would build their castles on my dead dreams.
“I just came here to say goodbye,” Denise said. I recognized her voice but didn’t turn around to face her.
“If you’re angry with me, please forgive me,” she added, displaying more remorse than any of my cheating partners or their mistresses.
“Goodbye,” I told her. Just because she was showing remorse didn’t mean I was re
