Catherine's Pov
He had left before I could say another word, shutting the door firmly behind him. I've been at Darcy's for three days now, mostly sulking and crying. He didn't even call or text me. How could he be the one who's angry? He's the liar. He's the one who built our life on a foundation of secrets.
I brushed the bitter thought aside and focused on my laptop, scrolling through flights back to Toronto. I'm going to leave this place. I'm going to leave him and never look back. I refuse to be someone's toy anymore, or just another piece in his collection of hidden women.
A soft knock on the guest room door pulled me from my grim planning. I turned to see Darcy standing there with a warm, sympathetic smile, holding two steaming mugs of coffee.
"Good morning," she greeted softly.
"Good morning," I forced a smile in return. "Please, come in."
She nodded and walked in, handing me one of the mugs before sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.
