Chapter38: I want to do more

A small scream escaped Leila when Charles stood. Her chair collapsed to the floor and the sound echoed in the empty restaurant. Where was Amara? Where was her husband? Leila couldn’t count on herself to put a stop to any of Charles’s shenanigans. She held her bag to her chest as if to defend herself. She should have known coming here was a bad idea. Doing her best to remain unaffected by his stance, Leila lowered her handbag and stepped back. “There’s no moving on from me. You love me, Leila.” In the past when she was young and stupid and believed love could change a man. “Remember?” “I’m leaving,” she replied instead. “No. Leila—” She dodged his hand trying to reach for her. Her heart was breaking but she forced a foot in front of the other until his hand dropped to her shoulder from behind. She smelt him before he spoke. Charles smelt like polished wood. “Leila, let’s just talk.” Why wasn’t he getting it? Leila clenched her eyes shut, willing his hand to disappear. The guard at the d