CHAPTER SIXTY
BENOIT’S POV
I had no idea why I was this mad. No, I wasn’t mad at Chanel. I just didn’t understand why I wanted the one woman who could never be mine. Despite her husband idiocy, she was still very much in love with him. Soon enough, when all the anger and resentment had vanished, she would remember all the love she disguised behind the insufferable amounts of rage for him that she portrayed. She had made that clear yesterday night. The reminder of what had transpired at the rooftop bar suddenly sent a spasm of pain in my tummy.
I squashed the now empty bottle of beer, throwing it against the wall. Almost immediately, I regretted the action and found myself walking over towards the can, picking it up and putting it in the trash. Outside, I could hear the drizzling rain, s
