Chapter 353

After Mason Shaw left, Chloe Grace leaned against the closed door and stayed there, frozen. She was still drowning in sadness. Eight years. That kind of devotion wasn’t something she could just walk away from. Deep down, she couldn’t forgive Mason. The only thing she could offer now was a bit of dignity. Him turning back, to her, felt more like one last cruel stab than anything else. If she had ever really been his first choice, how could there have been another woman? And not just a random one—someone who’d been by his side for years. Yet she kept lying to herself, saying they were just childhood friends. Truth was, that woman was handpicked by his mom to be his future wife. Chloe Grace, your eight years of love? What a joke. ... Just outside the door, Mason stood with his back against the wall. He lit a cigarette and took a slow drag, staring up at the ceiling. His emotions were a mess—too tangled to describe. Logic told him to walk away. To stop clinging. But his feet didn’t listen.