#Chapter92
Austen Westley
CLYVE
MY LIFE was back to normal. If being boring I could call it normal, then it was. I made progress forgetting Westley—bollocks—I was just fooling myself to believe I did.
I had not seen her since last week. Keene was staying at her family home since he left the hospital. The last time I spoke to him, he had the same diagnosis, though he was better now that he was under treatment.
Despite Westley and I were not in talking terms, I kept my promise. Good for Keene, and since Westley’s father hired a private nurse for him, I knew he didn’t need me anymore.
Until now, I couldn’t figure out their marriage. Whatever it was, I thought it was better that way—the lesser I knew, the better, and the less the pain I felt. Again, bollocks! It still hurt bloody much.
