Tears streamed down my face as I sat on the edge of the bed, hugging my knees to my chest. Gabriel's words echoed in my mind, cutting deeper with each passing second. "Cheap whore." How could he say that to me? After everything we've been through, everything I've done for him?
The suite felt colder than usual, the distance between us more palpable than ever. I heard the door creak open behind me, and I knew Gabriel had come back. But I couldn't bring myself to look at him, to see the man who had hurt me so deeply.
I heard his footsteps as he crossed the room, and I quickly wiped away my tears, not wanting him to see me like this. The bed creaked as he sat down on his side, the same way we had been doing since this charade began—each at the edge, as far from each other as possible.
