Chapter 195 Ryan Brought 2

• Once I wasn’t entirely a slave to my emotions, I began to listen to what was under his angry words and self-pitying diatribes: hurt. A lot of pain. And bewilderment. Like he couldn’t understand why I was acting this way. Or how I even could act this way. I’m sure he’d never been like this with any other woman in his life – trying relentlessly but futilely to get her back – and it was driving him insane. Other women would have come crawling if he beckoned with his finger, and here I was, cutting off all communication whatsoever.
• I started to feel bad about the anguish I was putting him through.
• Not that the bastard doesn’t deserve it, I thought savagely, but then I would remind myself that my goal was to get free of him, not twist the knife in his back.