Chapter 8
Chapter 8
In my previous life, Randy and I couldn’t stand each other
So he found comfort with other women, while I leaned on my own male confidant.
That people was Charles Mitchell.
During his lowest point, I reached out as a former colleague and helped him rebuild life.
From then on, he became my fiercely loyal assistant.
During countless nights after we fight, Charles would listen to me cry, comforting me until I finally fell
asleep.
Charles and I never crossed any boundaries.
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But that didn’t stop Randy from treating him like the enemy.
And Charles never cowered from Randy.
In the years before my death, the two men had come to blows more than once.
While I was treating Charles’s injuries after one particularly nasty fight, I saw the sadness in his eyes.
I sighed deeply:
“If you’re not willing to keep going like this, I can divorce him.”
Charles looked startled for a moment.
“I’m just a nobody. Being by your side like this is enough. I’ll try to stay out of his way.”
Now, watching Randy glare daggers at Charles.
It was déjà vu all over again.
If that was the case, why was he so hellbent on repeating our disaster?
So I deliberately linked my arm through Charles’s:
“Stop trying to control my life. You lost that privilege.”
“And this guy has the privileges?”
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“Maybe he does.”
I said with a pointed smile, opening the car door.
“Sarah!”
I turned back to see him half–reaching for me, barely restraining himself.
But seeing my unpatience expression, he froze in place.
“Sarah…”
My heart gave a traitorous twinge.
Thirty years of our history couldn’t be erased overnight.
That night, heavy snow blanketed the city.
The Ferrari disappeared from below.
But when I went to close my curtains before bed, I spotted him.
Randy stood in the accumulating snow wearing only a black coat. The footprints around him had long been covered by fresh snow.
He looked up at me from beneath an umbrella.
Our eyes met, and I was suddenly transported back.
After our worst fights in my previous life, I would kick him out of our house.
Because of my chronic anger, I developed heart problems. Even been banished, he would stand guard below our building all night, ready to call 911.
These moments had touched me deeply before.
But if…
If the cost of staying together was constant warfare across the pillow, I’d rather we both walked away.
I closed the curtains.
The snow fell all night.
At first light, I eagerly peeked through the curtains.
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Randy was gone.
Apparently he wasn’t foolish enough to freeze himself to death.
But to my surprise, after that night, I never saw him waiting outside again.
