Chapter Twenty

Gwen.

While the men were dragging me out I d I’d not bother struggling or even call Henry for his intervention, and even when I was out of the mansion with my bags thrown at me like I was a slave being tossed out I didn’t call for Henry’s help again. I knew it was over, I knew any of that would be a waste of time. I knew calling and hoping on him would be like hoping for rain to fall when it’s winter. It sounds bizarre that the one person I could die for would do this to me.

I still couldn’t believe it, it all still feels like a damn dream to me.

I slumped on the ground beside the gate as I stared at the mansion in a daze. I still find it hard to believe that this was happening, that my child was no longer with me.

Someone whom I have adored and loved my whole life was taken from me by someone whom I call my love. The love of my life, I snorted. What an irony!

With my shoulders slumped and my dampened spirit, I rested my back on the iron gate not flinging when the hotness touche