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He holds her for a few moments, then she runs her hands through his hair and takes his hand.

She leads him inside, right into one of the guestrooms.

I can see them through the sliding glass windows, so I stand there watching until she closes the door.

I guess I got the answer to the question I asked Jeanne about them being more. It sure looked like they were. How fitting that he should not only see her first when he’s back, but be with her, too.

I am such a fool.

Seeing the two of them together is another rude awakening, reminding me that I’m being used and I can’t feel anything for a man like him.

I might be getting a billion-dollar fortune, but it feels to me like he’ll be getting so much more. He’ll take his revenge, the assets, the cartel, and the parts of me I never wanted to get hurt ever again.

I hate him for that.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Gwen

Ididn’t sleep last night.

The oh-so-stupid part of me stayed up thinking Malik was going to show up at some point.

When he didn’t, I felt even worse, and throughout the night, I kept imagining him in bed with Kelly.

I kept thinking about how much better she is for him than me.

Aside from knowing him forever, she’s someone he can trust. Her estranged family didn’t kill anybody for him, or try to hurt him.

Most of all, she’s not his enemy, or someone he would think so little of that he would use as bait to lure out dangerous men who could hurt her.

At this point, I’m not sure which of us would be classed asthe other woman—her or me.

Since I have roughly a five and a half month expiry date, the answer is me.

When I’m gone, they can live happily ever after, and she’ll benefit from Malik’s share of my father’s inheritance.

Just fucking great.

Hours ago, when morning broke, I couldn’t believe I’d spent all night lying in this stupid bed that doesn’t even belong to me thinking about them.

Why didn’t he just come up here with her and give me my own room?

And do I seriously need to be here?

A knock at the door makes me sit. Jeanne walks in when I let her know the door is open.

Over the last few days she’s checked on me whenever I’m late for breakfast.

“Morning. Are you okay?” she asks, giving me a little smile.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but I didn’t really sleep so well.”

“Oh, no. Well, I made a good breakfast.”

I smirk. “You always make a good breakfast.”

“I try my best. Malik is also back.” The relief in her voice is evident. I’m sure she was worried about him, too. That day when I got back from Volkova Inc., I knew she was aware that I knew the whole story, but I never asked her about anything more. “He’d like for you to come down.”