Chapter 15: Nate’s Fickle Heart
VANESSA BELMONT
His phone rang.
A muscle in his jaw twitched as he pulled it from his pocket. One glance at the screen and his entire demeanor shifted. He answered and listened to the caller. "You vomited blood?" His voice was tight. "Where are you? The same emergency room as before? Okay. I’ll be right there."
He hung up and looked at me, already straightening his clothes. "Fiona’s—"
"I know." My voice was flat.
"Vanessa, I want to stay."
"Oh?" I arched a brow. "Then stay."
His expression twisted. "She doesn’t have anyone else."
I exhaled sharply. Here we go again.
I had been given a second chance at life, and yet, like a fool, I kept walking the same path—straight into Nate’s arms. My love would never be enough. I would never be more important than Fiona. But this time, I knew where that road led.
To a cold, lonely grave.