I barely held it together on my way back to the penthouse. Boris kept looking at me through the rearview mirror expecting me to break down but I didn't. I was stronger than that.
If I cried every single time Milo hurt me, I could give the whole world my tears as rain. I wasn't going to let him make me cry anymore.
It still hurt that a stranger was the one who defended me over Milo. I couldn't get the image of him just standing there doing nothing out of my brain. He'd looked at me like he didn't know me.
Not only had Milo hurt me, but he had also allowed his mistress to humiliate me in front of everyone and insult my character. I wasn't a stalker–well not her stalker. I couldn't deny I had been stalking Milo.
"We're here," Boris said as he arrived at my apartment complex.
