#Chapter 177: Story of a Sucker Punch

“Tell me, Cynthia,” Lamar demanded. “Break my heart.” He wanted me to choose between him and Asher, but how could I? If it was a matter of trust, Asher won hands-down. But Asher didn’t want me romantically. If I chose Asher over Lamar, Lamar would never forgive me. He wouldn’t want to be with me romantically either. There was no right choice in this situation. “Please don’t ask me this,” I said, a slight tremble in my voice. “Please don’t make me choose.” My pleading gave Lamar pause. Slowly, the anger in eyes ebbed, making way for pity. “It was unfair of me to ask, wasn’t it? You’ve made no secret how you feel about him. But it’s so damn sad, Cynthia, because someday you’ll learn the truth about him. One way or another, he’ll slip and you’ll finally see the real him.” He reached out and touched my shoulder, gave it a friendly pat. His smile returned, though looked sad. “The truth is going to hurt you so much. I’m sorry for it.” “You’re wrong about him,” I whispered.