My entire being felt as if dipped in tar, he was thinking of taking me as a mistress when he accepted me as his mate?
I stopped the car as I could no longer control the tears turning my eyes blurry.
As I read the messages a painful mix of hatred and anger bubbled up inside me. I realized that this empty relationship was one I was better off leaving.
[Arabella: Mistress, you want me to be your wife by keeping a mistress?]
[Ashton: I am kidding, I can’t make Isabella a mistress. After all, she once saved my life.
Furthermore, I don’t want to wrong you ever.]
Arabella’s smirk stayed in my mind as I drove away, her cruel words echoing clearly. It felt like my mind went blank, struggling to grasp the harsh reality of what had just happened.
No he wasn’t joking at all, he took me as a prostitute who would please him whenever he would like, a maid who would stupidly cook and clean for him and nothing but a replacement that he could discard when his wishes were fulfilled.
I couldn’t decide whether the pain or the anger was stronger.
Never ever had I imagined that I would discard the future I had so long dreamt of because everything was such a terrible lie.