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She turned in his arms, and smiled upat him.

“I love you,Hardy.”

“I love you, too,baby.”

Chapter Eight

Rose’s diaryentries

Diary entry:10 years ago

She’s dead, and I don’t know if to behappy or sad.I’m not being traded in, and yet, I’m sad that she’sdead.Would it be easier to know the truth if Hardy would leave me?I don’t know.I really thought if she gave birth, he’d get rid ofme.Do I want him to get rid of me?

Life has been strange lately.I’m happy.I’m sad.I trust Hardy.I don’t trust him.What’s thetruth anymore?What’s real or not?I’m confused, andI’m scared.Does Hardy even love me anymore?Do I love him anymore?

Diary Entry:10 years ago

I’ve decided to pretend nothinghappened.Hardy hasn’t left, and I don’t see a point inpretending.Hahahahahaha, that’s a laugh.I’m pretending.I wake up, and I makebreakfast, talk with my cheating husband, and pretend he’s notthat.I pretend I’m not breaking apart inside.I pretend it doesn’thurt to know that months ago his dick was inside another woman’spussy.How would he feel if I was to fuck another man?Would hecare?Would he give a shit?Would it even matter?

It doesn’t matter though, doesit?No, he wouldn’t want to sit down andtalkabout it.No, we’re not allowed to talk ordo fucking anything without that bastard’s permission.

Fuck this, and fuck Hardy,and fuck men.

Diary Entry:10 years ago

Today is a bad day.Hardy’s notaround.He’s on a ride with Tiny and the guys.I’m scared.What ifhe finds another woman?I love and hate him.I’m sticking aroundthe clubhouse, but every whore I see, I want to hurt.Are they laughingat me?Do they know the truth?Do they care?

He’s texted me, which isgreat.What do texts really mean?It’s a case for people to getdamn lazy, and I hate being lazy.

Shit, I’m going to have to goon a diet again.I’ve gained a pound, andI don’t want him to have anotherreason for screwing with someone else.I wonder how he’d handle mea few pounds heavier?

I hate my horrible life,and it’s my own fault.I shouldn’t have come to the club with myfriend.I should have left, and never thought about Hardy.Thereare times I rub my chest, and I wonder if I’ll ever get over whathappened to me.I love and hate him with equal measure, and bothemotions scare me.

Will life ever beeasier?

Diary Entry:10 years ago

I went to her grave today,and to that of her baby.

I don’t know what towrite.

I’m scared.

I can’t stopcrying.

It hurts all overagain.

Why am I even talkingabout this?

I hate my life.I hateHardy.I hate The Skulls.

No, I don’t.

My life would be damnedeasier if I did.

I want to hate them.I want tomake Hardy hurt, but when I look into his eyes, I’m sure I see himhurt.

Am I really capable ofhurting the man I love?

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