She Didn’t Fix Her Reputation. She Threw It Away. Chapter 16

She Didn’t Fix Her Reputation. She Threw It Away. Chapter 16

His voice was raw. “A damn joke. How dare she…”

Anya wrapped her arms around him, her warm breath ghosting across his neck.

“She’s too fragile, Beckett. A pretty little doll. She was never right for you. Now, you’re free.”

That tone, that touch—it used to drive him wild.

Now, it just irritated him.

“Don’t touch me.”

He shoved her away.

Anya stumbled back, her face a mask of stunned disbelief.

Beckett had never, ever been rough with her.

“Beckett…”

“I said, don’t touch me!”

He growled the words, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

Heads turned at the bar.

Anya’s face flushed with humiliation, her own eyes welling with tears.

But Beckett didn’t care.

His mind was stuck on a loop, replaying the last time he’d seen Daphne.

Not after the TMZ story broke.

A little before. At the party.

When Anya had made that provocative comment, and Daphne had cut her off.

She hadn’t looked at Anya.

She had looked at him.

And her eyes held no love, no hate.

Just a vast, chilling emptiness.

It was the look you give someone who means absolutely nothing to you.

Beckett suddenly doubled over, a sharp pain lancing through his chest.

So this is what it felt like.

It was only then, in that dingy bar, that the truth finally hit him.

Daphne wasn’t throwing a tantrum.

She was really, truly done with him.