Meirah sighed at herself. She scolded herself for hoping that their relationship had hope. What a pathetic person she was!
She should never trust a man!
This very man made so many promises five years ago and broke them mercilessly. And… he killed his very own son while being with his mistress.
As the sun fully emerged from the water, painting the sky with vibrant hues, Lucian noted that it was time for them to leave. Together, they exited the cozy cabin of the boat, feeling a sense of calmness despite the emotional conversation they had just shared.
“We need to leave,” Meirah heard Lucian’s voice.
“Yes, it’s getting late,” she responded in her soft voice.
She folded the blanket and kept it on his bed before walking out with him.
They made their way back to the hotel, the morning air
