Garry let out a deep breath, lost in his own thoughts.
He had never gone back to her. Not even once.
The disrespect he felt that day was beyond anything he could tolerate.
He had given everything. His time. His love. His trust. And in return? She said nothing.
That silence had killed something inside him.
And so, he never tried again.
His entire past life had passed with that unspoken wound lingering in the back of his mind. He had never even considered another woman not because he couldn't, but because he refused to.
After what he experienced, he lost all trust in women.
And after hearing Lucian's story? That had just confirmed it for him. It was pointless.
But if there was one small regret it was never asking why.
Maybe he should have. Maybe he should have gone to her just once, demanded an answer.
But by the time he had even considered it, it was already too late.
This time, though fate had played its hand.
He had met her brother. By sheer coincidence.
