Chasing Beautiful (Chasing 1) - Page 52/52

I stared wide-eyed on the ring, back to his face and back to the ring again. Shocked—doesn’t even justify my reaction right now.

“Blake—I’m sorry—I can’t.” he abruptly stood up and grabbed my face with a fierce scowl. “What do you mean you can’t? How hard it is to say yes?”

“I can’t—I’m sorry.” I stammered through my tears.

“I see. I guess I imagined that you felt the same way—but I suppose that’s all it was—an imagination.”

He heaved and faced me with a stony face. “You’ll regret this—because I’ve only ever loved you—and when you see me happy with another woman—you’ll regret it even more. Your thoughts will be haunted by me—the one that got away. Goodbye, Sienna.” He stood there for a few seconds before sliding in the Aston Martin, gunned the engine and rapidly vanished through the traffic.

I wiped away my tears and exhaled a long sigh. I did the right thing, I know I did. He lied—I can’t trust him.

Kyle’s cologne penetrated in the air, letting me know that he’s quite close to me. “Did you see all of that?”

“I did. Sienna…you love him. And it hurts for me to say this—but what if you’re making a mistake? Don’t you think you should give it another shot?”

What good will it be without trust? It’s worthless without trust.

How can one be happy with a liar? One who keep secrets such as having a f**king fiancée? Even if I did give him another chance, I would be permanently living in a state of paranoia. I can’t do that to myself.

I did the right thing—the best thing. It might not feel like it now, but it will in the long run.

“No—let’s leave it at that. We have to get going. I don’t want to miss the flight.”

I didn’t let my thoughts wander to the incident that happened a few hours ago until I was seated as achingly watched the fluffy white clouds through the airplane window listening to ‘Lovesong’ by Adele from my ipod.

I don’t doubt that I will see him again—we do have common friends. It’s inevitable.

I may be a broken right now—but the next time I set foot in London I will be a different woman.

One that men can’t trample with.