15
When I woke up, Blake Sterling was sitting by the bed, his eyes bloodshot.
I froze, pinching my thigh to fully wake myself.
Blake had found me.
“Moonlight, why did you leave me?”
He asked, his voice hoarse, leaning in closer, his hands braced on the bed.
After half a month apart, Blake looked a bit haggard, and a few fine lines had appeared at the corners of his eyes. “We’re already divorced.”
I spoke coldly, inching back, trying to keep my distance from him.
I silently cursed the security for their negligence, allowing Blake to get in so easily.
The word “divorce” seemed to sting Blake. A haze clouded his eyes.
To my surprise, tears welled up and streamed down his face, landing on my bedspread.
How annoying.
“Moonlight, I was wrong. I know everything was Skylar’s doing.”
“You won’t leave me, will you?”
“I went to visit your dad… I didn’t know he’d pass away so suddenly that day. If I had known… but it’s too late now, Moonlight. Will you come back with me?”
Blake’s voice was filled with pleading. He seemed genuinely unable to bear my leaving.
But my heart was completely unmoved; in fact, I found him irritating.
“Blake Sterling, even without Skylar Vance, I would have left you. She was just an excuse for me to leave.”
When I said that, Blake didn’t react. He just cried and stared at me.
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I cleared my throat, my voice a few decibels louder than before.
“An excuse! Do you understand?”
“Even without Skylar, I would have left you.”
Blake shook his head. He suddenly grabbed my shoulders, pulling me forcefully into a hug.
His voice was low and hoarse, “I know you’re angry. Just wait for me. I’ll give you a satisfactory answer.”
With that, Blake stood up, placed a kiss on my forehead, and left.
I didn’t see him again after that. But I did fall in love.
He was a gorgeous blonde, blue–eyed American guy, easily six feet three.
