CHAPTER 78

Lisa's POV

As soon as the door opens, I run into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably and clutching her tightly in an effort to release all the pain and feelings I am now experiencing.

I'm crying because I feel so foolish. I should have thought about this more. I should have seen that Damien's abrupt behavior shift was suspicious. Romeo was correct, and I should have realized that he wasn't being conceited like Damien.

I've always thought it's silly for women to admit their affection for men before their partners do the same, and I now feel dumb for revealing my feelings for Damueny the day after we had sex and after we had argued and made up.

I am a fool. I ought not to have let him touch me. I shouldn't have exposed my virginity in that manner to him. This offer shouldn't have ever been offered to me.

Breathing becomes quite difficult for me as my chest constricts against my ribs.

As I struggle to breathe correctly but to no effect, my screams turn into sobbing. Before I had a chance to move aside, my grandmother in her nightgown ran out of the room next to the door.

I quickly unhook myself from the person holding me and find it's not Grandma, but rather a strange face.

Most likely Safina, the maid Grandma hired and the same one that Grandma thought of as a friend and who has been keeping her company.

She grins at me from below and extends her arms to me once again as soon as she notices the moment of recognition on my face.

Grandma rushes up to me and tightly encircles Safina and me in a hug without saying a word as I start to weep once again.

I resume breathing normally and cry on until one of the ladies releases her grip on me and yanks me firmly into a seat.

My eyes are tearing up a much. regretful tears. Pain.

I feel duped. I regret designating Damien as the nice guy and Romeo as the evil one. Despite the fact that everything seemed to be genuine, I should have known better.

Romeo was accurate. Damien has abused me, therefore it's time to cut him loose. After questioning why I let the intercourse occur, I find it unbelievable that he still wants me to remain inside the home.

I ought not to have stopped Romeo. He was barred because I felt he was going to bother me. Even just thinking about it causes me to feel nothing but regret and misery.

Why didn't I take his advice?

The two ladies are silent as they sit next to me and I sob incessantly. I gently lift my head to their piercing stare of inquiry. They want to ask me a lot of questions, and although I am aware of this, I am not in the mood to respond to any of them. Right now, all I want and need is some alone time to process everything.

The error I committed was this. I didn't think much about it all. Before bursting into a love confession, I didn't give the events enough time to sink in mentally.

I want to smack my face and blame myself more and more as I consider all of them.

I get up quickly. , "I need a room."

"You can take mine," Safina adds.

Grandma says, "You can go to my room," at the same moment as Safina.

I'd rather remain in Grandma's room. I just want to be able to comprehend what is taking on.

When Juliet learns about this, I'll undoubtedly start to have a bad reputation. Also Romeo.

I made the decision to discover a means to contact Romeo when I thought about him.

I leave the living area and make my way to Grandma's room without responding to any of the ladies. Her room is undoubtedly the first, the master bedroom.

I unlock the door and go in. I look around the bedroom as soon as I get into bed.

My face is being assaulted by the chilly air from the window as I pull myself even further into the bed and lay my back against the wall.

After barring Romeo for a day, I am meant to unblock him and chat with him, but I have no idea what to say.

He could make fun of me. Laugh at my ignorance and accuse me of ignoring him.

I'm unable to communicate with him at this time. I should postpone it till later.

Romeo would, however, undoubtedly still be in Verona. Before moving on, he intends to stay there for a few more days. He had filled me in on everything, including how his ex-girlfriend had deceived him and how he had taken a month off work to unwind and find love.

We believed we had discovered love when we first met. I believed I had until Damien materialized out of thin air.

I take out my phone to look for his number.

Damien's name appears on the screen when a call comes in at that very moment.

I quickly hang up the phone and face the window. I had to close my eyes to stop the tears from starting to fall again as the evening breeze brushed past my face.

When I open my eyes, a tear falls, but I quickly wipe it away because I'm determined to gather myself and stop sobbing for any guy.

Just as I'm ready to shut the window and go into bed, something catches my attention.

A car.

And someone steps out of the vehicle with a phone clamped to his ears and a look of worry on his face.

Damien is here.

The person who caused my grief is this guy. the guy I had sex with the previous two nights. the male body I spent last night sleeping in. The guy I dressed in intimates for only in the hopes of luring him into having sex with me tonight.

Even though I may be angry with him for his inane inquiries and for making me feel cheap, seeing him standing in front of my home looking frightened triggers a fresh wave of emotions that causes me to scream and start crying again.