He's protecting someone else now.
When Kyle signaled the bodyguards, they forced me to my knees. I could feel his satisfaction as I bowed my head. Is this what he wants?
On his cue, a bodyguard stepped forward and raised his hand to hit me. Just then, Aria spoke.
“Kyle, she’s still my sister. Men can be too rough. Let me do it.”
Kyle didn’t care, of course.
He just nodded, and Aria slapped me twice.
Then, she turned to Kyle. “Oh no, Kyle! Did I hit too hard?”
Kyle laughed coldly. “She deserves it, Aria. You should have slapped her harder. You’re too kind.”
Not gonna lie, Aria's slap hurt.
“Don’t be stubborn now, Blair. Apologize.”
Apologize for what? For her talking shirt about my son?
If this had happened before, I would have done what he asked immediately.
But I’ve had enough.
Smiling, I spat the words out, “In your dreams!”
I never knew falling out of love was possible overnight until I experienced it.
When I looked at Kyle, there wasn’t a bit of love left—just pure, burning hatred.
"What's so hard about apologizing, Blair? Say sorry, and you can have whatever you want," he said, like he was handing me the world on a silver platter. "I'll hang out with your kid or even make you my wife."
I used to dream about being his legit wife. I imagined standing by his side, everyone knowing I was his. But he was always seen publicly with Aria, so everyone thought she was his wife.
There are dreams we pursue, and dreams we drop, though.
Now that I no longer wanted it, he was dangling it in front of me like a carrot.
"No need, Kyle. We're done."
Kyle’s face twisted, like he couldn’t process what I’d just said.
“What? Not gonna come running to me, pretending you need me to play with your kid anymore?”
Pretending? I flared up.
“You don’t get it, do you? It’s not about pretending. It’s about you never being there when it mattered.”
Before I could snap back, Aria chimed in.
“Blair, stop deceiving Kyle! If Andy is really dying, where is he? Why are you here alone?”
“Shut up! You have no right to mention my son.”
Aria’s face crumpled. “Okay. I'm sorry! You don't need to be mad at me, Blair.”
After saying that, she turned her big, doe eyes to Kyle, playing the victim perfectly. Her act was sickening, and it was working.
Kyle got pissed, too.
Not at Aria, though. At me, and I could see it.
Chuckling, he pulled out his phone and dialed someone's number. Then, he put the call on speaker.