Page 227 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
It felt like someone had stabbed my heart with a knife.
“I’m so so so so sorry,” I said again, anxiously twisting my magical ring around my finger. But I knew that apologizing afterthe fact didn’t help anything. I couldn’t undo what I’d done. And the fact that I’d enjoyed getting gangbanged by his entire teamtwicejust made it a thousand times worse. And my name hadn’t even appeared on his lamp. I’d done it twice for no freaking reason. He was still cursed.
I glanced at the picture of Tanner looking happy with his croquet mallet. Before that bitch had to go and ruin it.
I pictured him happily walking around Manhattan in a colorful suit too. Back when I’d stared at him with binoculars. He’d looked so carefree. So content. He’d been happy in his life here. He’d created roots with the Caldwells and Hunters. He’d been living his best life.
Before I had to go and ruin it.
“I...” my voice trailed off. Tanner was a great man. And I wasn’t a good human. I deserved to have my liver squashed. The ultimate punishment. Happily ever afters were for people like him. Not for monsters like me. I pulled off my magical healing ring and handed it to him. “I can’t do this anymore.”
This time when I ran away, he didn’t stop me.
True Love - Chapter 11 – Turkey Noodle Soup
Friday – November 24, 2023
Ash
I lowered my fur hat to cover my ears better. But I just kept shaking. I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself, but that didn’t help either.
I was cold to the bone. Like my cold evil slut heart.
I sneezed and grabbed a tissue to blow my nose. As soon as I took off my magical healing ring, I’d felt terrible. And every hour since then I felt worse. It was like all the sicknesses that I’d avoided were hitting me all at once.
I sneezed again and pulled my fur hat down over my face.
I just wanted to suffocate and die.
Which sounded dramatic.
But what was the point of living when germs could hurt you and you were a terrible person that didn’t deserve love?
My thermometer started beeping under my armpit.
I pushed my hat off my face and checked my temperature. It was 98.6 degrees.Bullshit.I put it back under my arm to get another reading. But I was pretty sure my thermometer was broken. I knew I had a temperature of at least 101 based on how much I was shivering.
I never should have hugged my grandson last night. The cute little germ fest.
I started crying.My grandson.Jacob wasn’t my grandson anymore.
I was barren.
And alone.
And sick, despite what my thermometer said. I coughed weakly. The sickness was getting worse by the minute. I was starting to worry that some of Tanner’s relics may have still possessed germs from the plague. Because I was pretty sure that’s what I had. The plague.
My thermometer beeped again. I pulled it out.98.4?!How was it going down?! This was one sick sickness with a terrible sense of humor. Definitely the plague. I coughed.
I wished I had Tanner’s magical healing ring back. But I didn’t deserve it. Horrible sluts didn’t deserve nice magical things and perfect magical boyfriends.
Seriously...what had I been thinking banging his whole team? Of course he was friends with them. He was never going to want to speak to me again.
Tears trailed down my cheeks.
My life was officially over.
Tanner was the only man I’d ever loved. And he was the only man I ever would love. Because I was going to die alone, just like I deserved.
