CHAPTER 26
Diana's POV
I flopped onto my bed, exhausted from the day's events. I had spent hours with Rohan, pretending to care about his feelings about Valerie, pretending to mourn the loss of that insipid Valerie.
Ugh, the thought of her made my skin crawl. Why did Rohan still hold onto her memory so tightly? Why did he still love her so deeply?
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I didn't care about Rohan's feelings about Valerie. I didn't care about Valerie. I only cared about myself.
But as I lay there, surrounded by the silence of my room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of frustration. I was stuck in this charade, forced to pretend to be something I'm not because of that bitch.
I thought about all the times I had to talk about Valerie, all the times I had to pretend to care. It made me sick.
I don't care about the children she had with my husband. I just hate her in all ramifications.
