âARE you sure you want to do this?â the bank employee asked two days later, glancing between the paper I had handed him and my face with concern. âThatâs a lot of money.â
When I returned home this morning after crashing at Emmettâs for two nights, the empty house didnât surprise me. I had walked through my house, forcing myself to check each room, showing myself it was over. That I was back at square one, like before I met her. My chest had ached with emptiness at the bare countertops in the bathroom.
She had forgotten some paperwork in the kitchen, though, so I had fished out an old bank loan statement of hers and brought it to the bank.
The money didnât matter. I didnât even want the extra ownership of the inn we had agreed on. Transferring part of her ownership meant lawyers and meetings, and I wanted this done.
I wanted Sadie Waters out of my life.
Pain ripped through my chest at the memory of the disgusted, horrified expression on her face when I mentioned us getting married. Like she couldnât imagine anything worse.
She had agreed to marry a guy who gave her a fake name, but the idea of marrying me was off the table?
My gut rolled with nausea and I fought the urge to shake my head at myself. I should have fucking known. I wasnât even angry at her. She had told me how she felt, I just didnât listen. She swept me away with her pretty smiles and laughter and weekend adventures.
I couldnât believe I actually thought sheâd want me.
Everything my brothers had that I wanted so badly had been within reach, but it wasnât real. Like I suspected all those months ago, I would never have those things.
No one would ever choose me.
My chest ached again but I nodded at the bank employee. âIâm sure. I want to pay the full amount.â
Now I could forget Sadie Waters.