Chapter 7
The interior of the apartment was identical to the home we shared–even the furniture was
the same.
It was clear just how obsessively Ricky Grayton dung to recreating his memories.
he only difference was the playful and cute decor. The walls were covered with Polaroid photos of Ricky and his little lover, both smiling brightly. Their happiness felt glaringly out of place.
In the entryway, a large map hung prominently, half of it dotted with flags–likely marking the cities Ricky had promised to visit with her and had already been to.
Noticing me glancing around, Ricky cleared his throat.
“Sharna is my secretary,” he said. “She just graduated last year and doesn’t know much I’m just looking out for her.”
Unbelievable. What kind of boss blurs professional boundaries like this?
I had nothing to say and no interest in arguing with him.
Ricky avoided my gaze and quickly shifted the topic.
“What brings you here?”
Before I could respond, his bedroom door was pushed open.
“Sir, please come quickly,” the housekeeper called. “Ms. Allison broke a nail, and it’s bleeding. She’s crying so much!”
The housekeeper looked utterly distressed.
Ricky shot to his feet, panicking as he rushed out.
“She’s still crying?”
“Yes, and no one knows how the nail broke.”
yet
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A Love Left Behind
Chapter 7
Ricky, gently took Sharna’s hand, carefully disinfecting the wound. Worried about her pain, he even blew on it softly.
His white shirt was stained with iodine, but he didn’t seem to notice at all.
“We should see a doctor and get it properly dressed,” he said, his voice full of concern.
The look in his eyes was heart–wrenching, as if his world revolved around her.
felt as though I wasn’t his fiancée at all, and she was the one who truly held his heart.
The scene pulled me back to six months ago. I’d been struck with acute gastroenteritis,
vomiting and writhing in pain.
At the time, Ricky had been watching TV in the living room. I’d asked him to take me to the
hospital.
But his face had been cold, devoid of any sympathy.
“Going to the hospital for something so minor? Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know.”
It was then I realized–he didn’t avoid going to the hospital. He just didn’t want to go with
- me.
From the moment I entered this apartment, barely five minutes had passed.
Ricky hadn’t said a single meaningful word to me.
But I had come to say what needed to be said.
I stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
“Ricky Grayton.”
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