I always ignored his possessiveness over me. But I couldn’t tolerate when he said those words.

Behind his back.

I was already mad at him for telling me such a huge lie and doing those things to Warner.

I always thought his doing all the insane stuff for me would stop someday. But now, after knowing what he did to Warner, how he sent him away and then when Warner came back into the picture, he threatened to destroy him if he didn’t go back to Seattle using his friend, I knew he would never stop.

Anyone in my place would’ve freaked out. When they’d know how an insane man trapped them with their insane ways, they’d have run for the hills. But here, I just ran out of the penthouse.

Because even after everything, I freaking loved that man. Even after knowing what he did seven years ago. Yes, he did it for me, but it didn’t hurt any less. I tried to focus on forgiving him and moving on. Because that’s where our happiness lies. But tonight, I felt like everything was crashing around me at once.

Not to mention he bribed the police to save his father’s murderer. And even if that wasn’t the whole truth, he wouldn’t tell me. Why? Because he didn’t trust me.

What did he think? That I’d leave him once he told me about his past? Or I’d tell his secret to someone else?

Punching on the steering wheel, I got out of the car under the open air. The rain wasn’t heavy anymore, but it was still there. With slow steps, I approached a bench at the side of the road and sat on it. Fresh cool air filled my lungs.

My phone hasn’t stopped buzzing since I left the penthouse.

I let it be. I knew who it was, anyway.

Letting out a sigh, I looked up at the sky. Even after the heavy pouring, the dark clouds still engulfed the sky.

I knew he was looking for me. But I wasn’t going back to him so soon. Not after what he did.

Yes, I told him I was leaving him. But the truth was, I knew my statement wouldn’t stay consistent for long. I knew I couldn’t live without him for long. Even after everything, I couldn’t hate him a pinch.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t hurt.

I could still hear his silence. It hit me like a dagger to the heart.

And above all, there was still a sword hanging over my neck.

Arthur.