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ith each other. My head was about to explode and I didn't understand anything with my blurry vision. The next thing I knew, I was feeling terribly hungover and had received a message from Human Resources informing me that due to inappropriate conduct with Wyatt, who was also an employee, I had been fired for cause, with almost no rights and no notice. I break away from him, go around to reach the door and reopen it, I have a lot to do and I can't risk him seeing the baby monitor. — Please go back to where you came from and leave me alone, you had your chance with me and now it's gone. Whatever he has to say, it's a year too late. — Who said I want another chance? — he says scathingly, practically spitting out every word. He approaches, almost invading my personal space, I struggle to remain steady. With sadness, I realize that this man has not come to apologize, on the contrary, he wants to rub salt in my wounds. I swallow the urge to cry: — Well, I'm glad we're on the same page, then. There's no time to even close my mouth after finishing speaking and his lips find mine in a kiss capable of taking the rest of my soul. Willpower trembles and fails, I surrender to the moment. Cold drops of rain reach us, however, Charles warms me and I ignore them. Loving him was my biggest mistake and it seems like I'm falling into that cycle again. I can not do this! It's been months since I've been alone, and if I'm abandoned again, I won't be the only one who suffers. - Stop, please! — I push him away, placing my hand on his chest. — Getting over you was almost impossible and I'm not sure I did it. I guess I just put a bandage on the hole left in my heart and moved on. Being close to you hurts me. He doesn't say anything more and even seems more sober, Charles leaves, under the heavy rain, as for me, I feel cold inside and out. CHAPTER 4 My head is a mess and it's getting worse by the second. I run my hand across the table, the last place I had her desire, the way I liked it. There is a void in