Hermosa pov

I loved the chocolates, and he had gotten them for me, yet I couldn't love him the way he wanted. It wasn't because I was incapable, but because he deserved someone who could truly put up with him.

There would always be a part of me that cared, but love was out of the question. I forced myself to take large chunks of chocolate cake, stuffing them into my mouth while he watched. My tears mixed with the chocolate spread. I didn't like the way he was treating me—like some ...