William's POV
When the call came in I was drunk, nearly passed out, lying on the floor of my studio, in my secret apartment in New Jersey.
I thought I was hallucinating when I heard Adeline's voice at the other end of the line.
It was her, it was her. I kept on repeating in my head. The wound in my heart started closing up. I thought I had lost her.
I was left speechless as she narrated what her mother did.
"I never want to lose you again." That's all I could say to her as she ended her explanation.
I spent months in a torturing cage of pain, wondering what I did wrong. Why did she suddenly go back to that therapist? Was my love not enough?
I was so relieved and happy she hadn't gone back to him and that she was still mine.
But one question that keeps me awake late at night. Is she still in love with him? I know the answer if even it breaks my heart over and over again. I know for a fact I'm sharing her heart with that therapist. And it's my fault.
