CHAPTER TWELVE
His hazel eyes settled on the woman sitting across him in the maroon L-seater, a nervous look dancing on her features. Her hair was in a recently dyed pink bob and he had to admit it suited her quite well. Her small frame looked a bit thinner now and the bugs under her grey eyes did not do her any good. He had so many questions running through his mind at the moment but he did not want to speak first. The air between them was heavy with tension.
“You look great,” she finally broke the pin-drop silence, her voice a little cracked.
“What do you want Charlotte?” he questioned, instead, refusing to give in to the overwhelming rush of familiar pain. It stung seeing her here and knowing she cheated and even when he was ready to forgive her, she still left like he had
