CHAPTER EIGHT

There weren’t many nights Garrett regretted but as he sat in the bar drinking his sorrows away he knew that night would be one of them. He wanted to drink himself into a coma. Just so he wouldn’t have to deal with the aching pain he felt inside. The memory of the man holding her around the waist hurt so much. The same way he had held her years ago when she laughed at him the way she did at that man that was now her husband. Garrett couldn’t help thinking about how he was supposed to fill that role and now a stranger that would never know the connection he had with Thalia, was. He closed his eyes but opened it quickly. He just couldn’t get that look out of his head. She looked at him like he was a stranger, some random dude who she was afraid of. Ho...

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