Chapter 103

At the hotel, he dumped me graciously in my room and ordered me to lie down. He then left me to stare at the quiet TV to ‘recuperate.’ There’s now a tray of half-eaten food by my bed, and he has a doctor coming despite my protests.

He’s being distant; as soon as I was settled, he pulled his cell out and stalked off, closing himself in his room. I know he’s calling her, and despite his manner with her earlier, it still makes my heart constrict painfully. I hate the fact he’s calling her. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met her, I had this weird, gutsy clue that I didn’t like her at all. Far more potently than any of his other bimbos, I can’t explain it. Some female thing going off inside me makes me hate her more than the others.

On top of that, I hate that he’s calling a woman; I cannot control my jealous pain, which sucks most of all.

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He’s back thirty minutes later as the doctor is coiling up her stethoscope after examining me.

“What’s the