Chapter 23

Eugene didn't understand why I'd asked him that. I continued, "Why didn't you ever buy me anything for my birthday if you really loved me? Why didn't you ever want to travel with me? Why did you let another woman have your child? Why did you have a pre-wedding shoot with her? "My heart beats just like every other, and I'm not immune to being hurt. If this is what your love is like, then I'm sorry. It's not something I can handle." With every word I said, Eugene's face grew paler. Memories of our time together flooded his mind. He wanted to refute me, but found that everything he could remember of us was as I'd said. All the things I'd mentioned were things he'd done—he had no way of refuting them. In the end, all he could do was harp on about Cassandra. "I was only nice to Cassandra because I mistook her for you. If I'd known you were the one who'd saved me, I would never have—" "I've heard enough!" I cut him off. Did Eugene still think that Cassandra was the one who'd caused the