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All of that is gone. In fact, I can’t really tell that anyone is staying in this room at all. Did she move her things to a different room?
Frustration and displeasure pulse through my body as I leave the room and stride angrily down the hall. I am not going to let her run from me like this. If she wants to move rooms, that is fine, but the least she can do is talk to me about it.
When I find all the other bedrooms on this floor empty, I go back to make sure that I didn’t miss anything. This time, I turn the light on and step into her room. That is when I see it. A folded piece of paper sitting on top of the nightstand where she used to leave a glass of water.
That can’t be good.
Maxwell,
It is time for me to leave. We both know you don’t need me.
xx The Help xx
I read the note a dozen times before the reality of what has just happened truly sinks in.
Chloe is gone.
She heard what I said about her, and she left.
I walk in stunned silence back downstairs and out the front door to make sure she is not still outside waiting for whoever came to pick her up. She is not there of course. Who knows how long she has been gone. She may have just left, or it could have been hours ago.
I pull my phone out of my pocket to call her. I scroll dumbly through my contacts before I realize that I never got her phone number. I sink down onto the marble staircase as I stare out at the long winding driveway that leads to the front gate.
I have felt my share of loss in life. I think that is what makes this one in particular so difficult to accept.
I know exactly how much this is going to hurt.
Chapter 20
_______________________
Chloe
I make a break for the door, walking as fast as my feet will allow actually running. As soon as I get inside, I spin around and collapse against the cool wall, still able to hear the conversation that continues after my departure.
Tristan says something I can’t quite understand, and then Liam interrupts, no doubt reading into everything that just happened.
“You think I would sleep with the help?” Maxwell asks,arrogantly.
I audibly gasp at his nasty words.
I can’t believe he would actually say something like that. To reduce our relationship to nothing more than a work arrangement is a new low, even for him. But it tells me all I need to know about how he feels about me.
As if him yanking his hand away and silently chastising me wasn’t enough, he had to go and open his mouth, making it even worse. He might not know that I was listening, but I heard him loud and clear.
We are done.
Tears of disgust and sadness fill my eyes. I swat them away angrily as I take the stairs two at a time up to my bedroom, struggling to figure out what to do next.
I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I am in no state to talk to anyone right now, but I instinctively pull my phone out to check who is calling. I plan to send it to voicemail until I see my mum’s picture on the screen. I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure before I answer.
“Hello?”
“Chloe, love, how have you been?”
I smile to myself in spite of the hurt and anger I am feeling from Maxwell’s behavior. My mum’s voice can always lift my spirits that way. It is like I can feel her love and support from anywhere in the world, even if there is an ocean between us. Andafter the shitshow that just went down with Maxwell, that is just what I need.
“Hi, mum,” I say, holding back tears as I pace my bedroom, debating my next move. I honestly can’t believe he could be so cold after the night we shared together in each other’s arms, but I think I have been wrong about him.
