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Page 120 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

She’s never been on a plane. She can’t do it by herself.

“Okay. How about you go to Twiggy—Silas—in Dublin? Take a bus there, and I’ll come and see you when I can?”

She starts to cry again. “Okay, Siobhán.”

I disconnect. What did I just do? I need Ethan. I try his number again, and it goes to voicemail.

I sit for long minutes after speaking to my mother. Did I do the right thing? Should I have made her suffer a bit? Am I being gullible again, to believe her? Dropping everything and flying across the world to see the woman who has hurt me more than anyone else in the world seems foolish.

She was a hurting, broken, and oppressed woman, too.

Deciding to go with my gut, I book the next flight out to Dublin before I change my mind again and text Twiggy.

Me: Twiggy, I don’t even have the words right now, but thank you. Ma needs you. She wants to leave and come to you. I’ll be at yours tomorrow. Let me know if you’re not in Dublin ASAP. Thanks, dear.

I don’t know how long I sit on Lisa’s bed, my heart pounding and feeling faint and sick for what I’m about to do. I don’t even know this woman, not really. I’m so terrified of being hurt again.

I remember the night I ran away from home with my heart in my throat and the 350 euros I’d bought with my innocence. It’s exactly how I feel now, knowing there’s no going back once I choose to do this.

I walk to the adjoining bathroom on shaky legs and splash some water on my face and take a few breaths to settle my roilingstomach. The feeling clings and holds on, and within seconds, I’m bent over the toilet, retching violently.

I’m still on the bathroom floor when Brooke pokes her head in, then seeing the state I’m in, rushes into the bathroom.

“Bonnie? Are you okay? What’s the matter?”

She kneels next to me and sees the tears on my face. “Gosh, Bonnie, come here.” She helps me up to the sink again. There, she holds me while I cry, gently patting my back, telling me it’ll be okay.

I draw back, wiping my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be silly. Is everything okay, Bonnie? You scared me. Is it…Ethan?”

“Oh, no. It’s nothing like that. It’s my mom. She’s okay,” I say when I see the look of alarm on her face. “She’s okay, she’s not hurt or sick. She just did something that she should have done ages ago, and it’s overwhelming. I can’t talk about it right now, but I’ll tell you later.”

“Oh, I see. I’m so sorry, Bonnie. You look like you need to lie down, darling.”

“I-I need to go actually. To Ireland.”

“What? Right now?”

“Yeah, I just booked a last-minute flight, and it leaves around ten tonight. I’m so sorry to flake on everyone, but I really need to go.” I hope she, and the rest of my friends, will understand.

Brooke produces a clean tissue out of nowhere, wets it, and wipes my eyes. I suppose that when you have a baby, you have to be prepared for the release of bodily fluids at any time.

“Have you spoken to Ethan?” she asks.

My face crumples. “Not yet. But I’m sure he’ll be in touch when he can.” He should have been finished with the procedure by now.

“Do you need us to help with anything? Should we see if Stella is free to go with you, or maybe she can meet you there?”

“Oh, no, please. It’s fine. I’ll be okay in Dublin. It’s probably going to be a bit messy, so it’s best if I sort things out on my own.”

“Alright.” She sighs. “You do what you need to do. I’ll just tell the girls you had to go to Dublin urgently, okay? We’ve got your back, babe, always and no matter what. Remember that.”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

Chapter 35

Bonnie




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