"Get some rest."
"Rest." I laugh again. That same broken sound. "Yes. Rest. After watching my husband betray me and my brother disown me. After losing everything. Yes, I'll just rest."
"Gemma—"
"Get out." I move past him into the room. "Just get out."
"We need to talk about?—"
"Out!" I scream it. "Get the fuck out! I don't want to see you! I don't want to hear your voice! I don't want—" My voice breaks. "Just go."
He stands there for a moment.
Then he leaves.
The door closes.
I'm alone.
No family. No name. No identity.
Just Gemma Marini. Saint's wife. The woman no one wants.
I walk to the bathroom. Look in the mirror.
My face is swelling where Adrian hit me. My throat is bruised from his hands. My eyes are red from crying.
I look like a ghost.
I feel like one too.
Dead but still walking.
I should be angry. Should be planning revenge. Should be doing something.
Instead, I just feel empty.
Hollow.
Like everything that made me myself has been scooped out, leaving nothing but a shell.
I slide down the wall. Sit on the cold tile.
And I don't cry.
Crying would require feeling something.
And I feel nothing at all.
Being nothing.
Nothing scares me anymore.
Because what's left to fear when you've already lost everything?
CHAPTER 20
Saint
