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Because you and I both know they’ll never compare to what we had. I know you miss me… I still think of you when I cum, and I have no doubt that you do too.

Do you imagine it’s me when you’re fucking her?

When she’s sucking your dick?

That it’s my pussy you’re eating?

No matterhow many years pass between us, I’ll always love you. We belong to each other.

And I’m losingmy patience.

xo

My hands are trembling.Fuck, my whole body is shaking. I can now completely understand how crimes of passion can lead to fatal violence.

Calm down. Gideon hasn’t even spoken to her in years. She even said as much.

Drawing in deep, steadying breaths, I fold the letter and slide it back into the envelope before I begin to pace the length of the kitchen.

Do I tell Gideon?

“And I’m losing my patience?”

What the fuck does that even mean?

The more I breathe deeply, the more my anger and tremors fade, and reason trickles in.

You should tell him,the voice of reason whispers in the back of my mind.

The. Fuck. I. Should.

The last thing I want to do is cause him stress. This woman is clearly unwell. He hasn’t spoken to her in years. The last thing I need to do, after everything he’s done for me, is add unnecessary stress to his life by dredging up old shit.

Annnnd now I feel guilty.

Fuck.

Maybe I should tell him.

Gods damn it.

The sound of pounding hooves has me snatching the envelope off the counter. I race back into Gideon’s bedroom, slide the letter and envelope underneath my side of the bed, and strip.

I turn on the shower as I internally debate whether or not to tell Gideon about the letter.

I should.

I shouldn’t.

Let the man have his hard-earned peace.

My mind whirls. Fuck, if only I had more access to my magic. I couldfoldto this woman, wherever she is, and handle it myself. Stop this ghost from haunting him. To imagine this deranged woman who cheated on him, still plaguing him years later.

My mate.

If the tables were turned, what would I want Gideon to do?

Standing beneath the hot spray of water, I scrub a hand over my face, leaning against the tile wall, a growl escapes me.