Chapter 47

Devon's thought drifted back to the eve of Heather's college graduation. That night, he'd gone to her dormitory with roses and a ring, his heart pounding with excitement. He had finally gathered the courage to propose. But what he saw instead was Heather, radiant with happiness, throwing herself into a man's arms. That man's face was one Devon would remember for the rest of his life. The roses fell to the ground. He turned and left. Later, at the seaside, he met Esme. He'd already resolved to let go, to start over with Esme. Yet it was Heather who completely destroyed his life. That man came back, at the airport, in the hospital corridor! Every time, Heather threw herself into that man's embrace without the slightest hesitation, smiling so brightly. While he was still sinking in a pit of agony, she thought she could just walk away scot-free? Why? He was the one who met her first, so why didn't that smile belong to him? Why did she get to make him suffer so easily? Lauren q