Chapter 6

Chris’s POV

The bouquet of roses I held in my hand tumbled, my hand shaking, the petals scattering across the cold marble.

"She took her leave to go on vacation...with her boyfriend." The receptionist's words sliced through me like a dagger.

I let out a cry from my dry throat as my legs gave out beneath me.

I stumbled backwards, shoulders slamming against the receptionist desk.

Each breathe felt like inhaling shards of glass as I choked out,

"No... please, god, no. This isn't real. This can't be happening."

The young receptionist's eyes widened briefly before her expression hardened into one of irritated disdain.

As she gets what's going on.

Despite the heavy makeup on her face and disheveled appearance, I could tell she is going to be cold to me.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave before you cause a bigger scene," she said in a bored tone, making a show of glancing around the empty lobby. "This ki