I stare out the window at the Eiffel Tower and wonder if I’d love this view more if Chase was at my side. I’d taken the coward’s way out. I even tried to get Molly to come with me. When my mother called me about heading to Paris, I was hesitant with everything going on. I’d given her a small run-down but more to do with Chase than anything. She didn’t have the right to know about Molly and Asher.

If she wanted to know them, she’d have to do that on her own. When I mentioned it to Molly about coming, I told her she could just say we were friends from school, but Molly being Molly wanted some time away. Her way of dealing is thinking and reading while keeping to herself. Mine is to keep moving.

What had gotten me to pack a bag and head for the private airport was when my mother confirmed the rumors I’d been hearing. Chase is promised and committed to marry another woman and has been for almost a year. My mother might not live in the same city or even state as I do, but the world of the wealthy can be small at times, and rumors are always floating around.

It killed me that he could do this. Part of me wants to rage at Chase that he’d make love to me as he called it, all while knowing his mother was planning a wedding. I couldn’t bring myself to ask who the woman was. I don’t want to know. Our families run in the same circles, so I know it will only be a matter of time before I do. I’ve been in Paris for weeks now. The escape hasn’t been what I thought it would be. I think it might be time to head home and face whatever happens. I can’t hide out here forever. Plus, I miss Molly a ton.

I walk over to the nightstand in my hotel room and pull my phone off the charger to call her. I’ve been keeping in touch with her, but it’s not the same being so far away. All I told my dad was I needed some time and I was going with a friend to check out the possibility of Université PSL. I begged him not to tell anyone with the exception of Grace, of course. They have the kind of marriage where they wouldn’t keep secrets from one another.

“Hey,” Molly answers the call sounding more depressed than normal.

“What’s going on?”