The Billionaire's Forgiveness (A Winters Love Book 3) by Holly Rayner Page B
Authors: Holly Rayner
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him again.
He still looked worried, but he blew me a kiss and closed the door. As soon as he did, I lay down across the seat and curled up into a ball. My stomach was going crazy and I suddenly needed to cry again. I cried all the way home. Jeffrey didn’t lower the partition, and I didn’t ask him to. I couldn’t bear the thought of looking anyone in the eyes right now. I just kept trying to imagine telling Aaron about Igor all the way home. I kept seeing his face with a disappointed look, and then his back as he walked away and left me alone again. I used to be just fine with being alone. I managed very well, but he had come along and changed all that. Now I couldn’t imagine a life without him in it.
When we got back to my apartment Jeffrey helped me out of the car and walked with me to my door. When we got there, he looked at my face. I’m sure my eyes were red and swollen from crying and my cheeks streaked with make-up and tears. He was a smart man and it was probably easy to see that I was more upset than I was sick.
“Miss Robyn, whatever it is, I’m sure it will be okay. You should talk to Mr. Winters about it.”
Leave it to Jeffrey to figure out I was full of it and this was much more than a stomach bug. I hugged him and said, “I will, soon. Thank you so much.”
He nodded and waited until I was inside to leave. I leaned against the inside of the closed door for a while. My body felt so heavy and I was still having trouble breathing. My extremities had gone numb. I’d had panic attacks before… it was happening almost daily back when I’d felt like I had no choice but to marry Igor. That’s what this was and now I knew it would pass. It still felt like I was dying in the meantime. I had to wonder about the cause of it, would that pass too? If I told Aaron about this, would I lose him?
I finally pushed myself off the door and went into my room. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and changed into comfortable pajamas. Then I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of warm tea. I took that back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed with it. I was starting to feel a little better, the blood had begun to circulate back into my fingers and toes and my breathing was almost back to normal. I took a sip of the tea and sat it on the night stand. I thought about getting in bed, trying to sleep and forget about it all, but I knew that wasn’t going to work. The sound of Igor’s voice saying, “Get my money babe,” was rolling around in my head. Seventy-five thousand dollars… that was five times the amount I was paid to marry him. I felt my stomach roll again and barely made it to the toilet before I threw up. What was I going to do?
I cleaned myself up again and went back and lay down on my bed, curled into a fetal position. I thought back to how I got myself into this mess. My parents died unexpectedly when I was just nineteen. Having no other immediate family to turn to I was left to pay for their funeral expenses out of the small amount of money they had left behind. They had life insurance, but as it turned out they owed back taxes on their property, our home… a lot of them. I adored my parents and I still harbor nothing but respect for them, but I always knew money was neither of their strong suits and they had difficulty making ends meet. At a time when I was consumed with grief because of the tragic loss of them both I was finding out just how bad with money they were. Between the small amount of money they had in savings and their two small life insurance policies I paid for the burials and some of the taxes on the property. My plan then was to sell the house, but as it turned out, they also owed the government taxes and there was a lien put on the house. The IRS ended up with what money was left from the sale after the mortgage was paid off. After straightening their affairs I had very little money left to contribute to my student fees that I would be
He still looked worried, but he blew me a kiss and closed the door. As soon as he did, I lay down across the seat and curled up into a ball. My stomach was going crazy and I suddenly needed to cry again. I cried all the way home. Jeffrey didn’t lower the partition, and I didn’t ask him to. I couldn’t bear the thought of looking anyone in the eyes right now. I just kept trying to imagine telling Aaron about Igor all the way home. I kept seeing his face with a disappointed look, and then his back as he walked away and left me alone again. I used to be just fine with being alone. I managed very well, but he had come along and changed all that. Now I couldn’t imagine a life without him in it.
When we got back to my apartment Jeffrey helped me out of the car and walked with me to my door. When we got there, he looked at my face. I’m sure my eyes were red and swollen from crying and my cheeks streaked with make-up and tears. He was a smart man and it was probably easy to see that I was more upset than I was sick.
“Miss Robyn, whatever it is, I’m sure it will be okay. You should talk to Mr. Winters about it.”
Leave it to Jeffrey to figure out I was full of it and this was much more than a stomach bug. I hugged him and said, “I will, soon. Thank you so much.”
He nodded and waited until I was inside to leave. I leaned against the inside of the closed door for a while. My body felt so heavy and I was still having trouble breathing. My extremities had gone numb. I’d had panic attacks before… it was happening almost daily back when I’d felt like I had no choice but to marry Igor. That’s what this was and now I knew it would pass. It still felt like I was dying in the meantime. I had to wonder about the cause of it, would that pass too? If I told Aaron about this, would I lose him?
I finally pushed myself off the door and went into my room. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and changed into comfortable pajamas. Then I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of warm tea. I took that back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed with it. I was starting to feel a little better, the blood had begun to circulate back into my fingers and toes and my breathing was almost back to normal. I took a sip of the tea and sat it on the night stand. I thought about getting in bed, trying to sleep and forget about it all, but I knew that wasn’t going to work. The sound of Igor’s voice saying, “Get my money babe,” was rolling around in my head. Seventy-five thousand dollars… that was five times the amount I was paid to marry him. I felt my stomach roll again and barely made it to the toilet before I threw up. What was I going to do?
I cleaned myself up again and went back and lay down on my bed, curled into a fetal position. I thought back to how I got myself into this mess. My parents died unexpectedly when I was just nineteen. Having no other immediate family to turn to I was left to pay for their funeral expenses out of the small amount of money they had left behind. They had life insurance, but as it turned out they owed back taxes on their property, our home… a lot of them. I adored my parents and I still harbor nothing but respect for them, but I always knew money was neither of their strong suits and they had difficulty making ends meet. At a time when I was consumed with grief because of the tragic loss of them both I was finding out just how bad with money they were. Between the small amount of money they had in savings and their two small life insurance policies I paid for the burials and some of the taxes on the property. My plan then was to sell the house, but as it turned out, they also owed the government taxes and there was a lien put on the house. The IRS ended up with what money was left from the sale after the mortgage was paid off. After straightening their affairs I had very little money left to contribute to my student fees that I would be
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