10. Astor
CHAPTER TEN
ASTOR
I put the phone on speaker as I start the shower, calling Alessia for the third time.
“What do you want, Astor?” she asks so low I barely hear her. I pick the phone up and slam it against my ear.
“Why’d you leave?”
“What, you wanted me to stay so you could insult me some more, and how exactly is anything because of me?”
“Awh, you sound hurt. Are you hurt, little devil?” A huge part of me, the darkest part of me, hopes she is hurt so she can feel what I’ve felt for the last six years. Hurt. Anger. Torment. Every time I look at her, I see the old Alessia. I wish I could forget that night, but I can’t. I don’t get the luxury of a fucking memory block.
She’s silent on the phone for a few moments and I can hear Caroline in the background talking.
“Answer me, Alessia.”
“I’m not hurt, I’m disgusted. With you, how you treat me, how you’ve been treating me. I don’t know what I’ll have to do to get out of this marriage deal with you, but I’m getting out of it. I refuse to let you make me feel so insignificant.” She hangs up and I’m momentarily dumbfounded.
Again, I’ve met my fucking match.