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“Kay?” Luke looked down and me with a raised brow, silently asking me what I wanted to do.

Shaking my head, I turned into Luke “I want to go back.”

Luke nodded, his arm slung over my shoulder, steering me away from Ty.

“Sweetheart?” Ty whispered as we walked past, holding his hand out in the air.

I stopped; looked at his hand and followed the path up his arm, the collar of his shirt and up to his eyes. They begged me to stay. I rubbed my chest, not wanting to feel what I was feeling right now; they sang their way straight into my heart in a way that I never thought was possible. I was about to move toward him when the light caught his shirt and sat there, on the collar, was lipstick.

The exact shade that she was wearing.

Flicking my eyes back to Ty, I let him see the hurt that he had caused.

This was so much worse than what Max had caused.

I could heal from the wounds that he gave me, but this? This was something I wasn’t sure I could heal from.

For the first time, I had given my heart over, completely and freely, and he’d taken that and shattered it.

Four years.

That’s how long it had been since I had seen her face.

I can remember the day like it was yesterday. How she walked in with her arms full of shopping bags; spending my money again as if nothing had happened.

As if it was the same as every other day.

But it wasn’t, and she saw that as soon as she walked in the door and saw my face.

I knew where she had been and what she had done but I was too late to stop her.

Little did she know, that I had connections everywhere. It wasn’t like I had her watched, because believe me, she was only ever in two places. Spending my money in a bar or spending it on the strip of shops in town.

And now she was here. Standing in front of me, as if none of that had happened. Pretending that she hadn’t ripped my chest open, hurting my heart so much that it would never beat the same.

Frozen to the spot, I couldn’t move, she was meant to be the other side of the country. Definitely not standing three feet away from me.

“Did you miss me, baby?” she cooed, leaning closer to me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I growled.

“I think you have missed me.” My stomach turned as I watched her lips pout. To think I used to love those lips, love the way she pouted them but now they made me feel physically sick.

Pulling away from her, I raked my eyes up and down her body. She hadn’t changed one bit, still dressed in designer clothes with her hair and makeup done to perfection. There had been a time when I would have wanted to rip that dress off her, now I couldn’t even stand the site of her.

Her red painted fingernail ran along my neck as she moved closer and before I could pull away, she was targeting my lips.

“What the-” Pulling away just in time, she only managed to connect with my shirt.

“Aww, come on baby. For old times’ sake?”

“Not fuckin’ likely.” Spinning around, I went to grab Kay’s hand but all that was left was an empty space and Daley watching the interaction with narrowed eyes.

“Don’t go!” she said in a whining voice, causing everyone around us to look our way.

“Dude, I didn’t know she was your wife.” Daley held his hands up in the air, his face as white as a sheet.

“She ain’t my wife,” I growled at him.