Chapter 99


    Cillian’s POV


    Cillian wanted an exnation; her decision was too sudden, and because he didn’t anticipate it, he


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    didn’t really prepare himself for the impact of it. He needed an exnation; perhaps he would find


    sce in that.


    He would never find peace until he knew why. “Fiona, you can talk to me. Help me understand what is


    happening. Help me understand why you do not want to be with me anymore.”


    “Because I still love my husband.” She answered, and he released his grip on her. “No matter what I


    do, I can’t stop how I feel. He is the one thing on my mind before I go to sleep and the first thing on my


    mind once I wake. And no matter how much I fight myself, I can’t fight him. No matter who I love, it


    wouldn’te close to how much I love and want to be with him.”


    He knew this would happen when she told him her husband came back. Then he wanted to take her


    away from here to a ce far away where her husband wouldn’t find her. A part of him knew Julian’s


    return was his loss, but hearing her say it to him broke his heart.


    It felt wrong. She was his perfect match.


    He did everything right, and still he lost her to him.


    He had never fought to be in someone’s life before, but for her, he would have, if only she wanted to be


    with him, too. She didn’t. That was the difference. It was out of his control.


    He sniffed and nodded his head. “You do not have to be sorry. I mean, you never agreed to be my


    girlfriend. A part of me knew how this situation would go and still got myself involved in it. I loved you,


    and I thought in time you would love me too, but that will never happen.”


    A tear rolled down her face. “You are a good man, Cillian Omale, and I am sorry I ended up hurting you


    just like everyone else. I hope that one day you will find those who will truly love you the way you


    deserve.” She said, and turning away, she walked on without looking back.


    He watched her go, unable to go after her because she had told him what she came here


    to say.


    For the rest of the day, he could not focus on anything. He made a mistake by letting her go. He


    thought. Perhaps letting her go was a mistake on his side. He shouldn’t have given her that go. She


    could have wanted him to chase her down.


    He saw how hurt she was when they first met, and it was all due to her husband, Julian. Why would


    she go back to such a man? What did he say? A promise to change? Do men like him change?


    Fiona deserved better. She deserved someone who could offer her more. She deserved him.


    He picked up his phone and dialled her number, but it rang to voicemail. After three tries and no


    response, he ced his phone down.


    She was gone and nevering back. She was going back to her husband, the man she loved. The


    man she would always love. They would live together and have a happily ever after.


    It made him furious.


    He was thinking too much, and if he kept this up, he would be a bitter side piece.


    He picked up his desk phone and called Carly, his PA, instructing her to clear out his appointment for


    the rest of the day.


    He rose to his feet and took his leave. He needed to clear his head–to get away. He needed to figure


    out a way ahead. A world that Fiona wasn’t a part of.


    He came down to the parking lot where hest saw Fiona, and he approached his car, only to pause


    when he saw a woman standing there.


    She had short, curly blonde hair, and her body rested against his car with her head bowed. She had on


    white zers and in trousers, and she had a blue shirt on the inside.


    He took his steps carefully because he wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone. Not today.


    She must have taken notice of his presence despite his careful attempt to not alert her, because her


    head lifted and her blue eyes rested on him. A smile came onto her face as she stared at him. She


    pulled herself off the car and stepped towards him. He stood still and watched her.


    “You must be Cillian Omale.” She said and stretched her hand out to him for a shake. Although


    sceptical, he took her hand into his for a firm shake. “I am. Who are you?” “I am Isis.” She answered,


    still holding his hand in a tight grip.


    He tried pulling his hand out of hers, but it was a tight lock. “Hello, Isis, what for you?”


    may


    I do


    “There is nothing you can do for me, but there is a lot you can do for


    my master.”


    His brow raised. “Who is your master, and what do they want with me?” She tilted her head from side to


    side. “Well, you will only know if youe with me.”


    “And what if I do not want toe with you?” He asked, with a frowning onto his face, “What


    then?”


    “Then I will have to make youe with me.” She said, and her voice showed her seriousness.


    There was no way out of this; he couldn’t see it. “Fine, then, I wille with you. Now let


    go of my hand.” He ordered, and she smiled and released his hand.


    “Come, my car is over there,” she said, and she began walking off.


    He followed her, and she walked over to a ck Lexus, and beside it stood a tall man with brown hair


    and a ck long sleeve looking the other way. The man turned around to him as he got close, and he


    was the same man in the cafeteria yesterday.


    He halted his step. “What is he doing here?”


    “You are not in ce to ask questions.” Isis answered, “Get in the car.” Shemanded, and he


    obeyed silently.


    Once in, the brown–haired man turned on the car, and they drove off.