Grace's POV
[Music Recommendation: Finley - Lover Is a Day.]
"Men like you get bored so fast..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. My eyelids felt heavy as I avoided his gaze, the bitter reminder hitting me that Carlos could toss me aside like yesterday's garbage whenever he pleased.
"God, I wish I could be that cold too. Must be nice to swap people out without giving a damn," I said. I was the kind of woman who'd burn the world down for the man I loved, and I stupidly expected that same devotion in return.
"I hate how tightly I hold on to someone I care about. But that's just who I am—the woman who'd bleed herself dry for the people who matter, especially for my husband."
"I don't care if it destroys me, as long as it keeps us together. If that's what our relationship demands, if that's what he needs from me," I continued.
