Chapter 17

Chantal’s POV

After I got home, I rested on the sofa in the living room and leaned my back against it, gazing at the beautiful chandelier.

I had opened my phone to send a message to Mateo saying I was home, and I threw it on the opposite side of where I was sitting.

As I looked at how beautiful the mansion was for the two of us, I started to worry. I felt like a toy that gets left behind and picked up again when they’re done playing with another toy. I shook my head at the sensation of this thought, prolonging it.

I had been feeling depressed and didn’t want it to worsen because it would make sleeping difficult. For a long time, I had experienced mental disorders. I had learned more about how to control them, but there were times when it wasn’t so easy, so I just let them be and found myself gaining weight, having sleepless nights, and struggling with draining thoughts. So, as much as possible, I let them go and picked myself back up as I usually did.<