The scent in the air was sharp and fresh, definitely some kind of men’s cologne.
Hannah had always loved collecting perfumes. In her eyes, a wife carefully picking out her husband’s clothes and choosing a scent to match meant the marriage was strong and loving.
Bonnie glanced sideways and decided she still preferred the mouthwatering aroma coming from the stir-fried liver and onions in the kitchen. It was comforting. She remembered Lawrence used to hate the smell of these fancy colognes. Back when they were together, he didn’t even want her wearing perfume. He’d hold her close and kiss her with an intensity that made her feel he could swallow her whole.
Afterward, he loved pressing his face into her neck and chest, breathing her in. He always said he loved Candie’s natural scent best.
Candie had been Bonnie’s nickname. Whenever Lawrence whispered it softly, the way his voice wrapped around it, she always felt, for a moment, like she was truly loved.
It took a while for her to see the truth. Men could be excellent actors, whether in bed or anywhere else. Even if he didn’t love you, as long as you were beautiful, had a good body, and made his heart race, he’d shower you with “I love you’s” and empty promises. He would swallow his pride again and again, just to persuade you to give yourself to him so he could vent his frustration and sorrow for the woman he actually loved but could never have.
For more than a year, Bonnie honestly believed she was different, all because even though Lawrence was proud and impossibly arrogant, he put up with everything from her, doted on her, did everything to please her. Their friends even joked that Lawrence turned into a lovesick puppy around her.
Bonnie truly believed she was special. She truly thought Lawrence loved her.
That was before everything fell apart. She chased him to the airport once, refusing to let things end. Lawrence hid out in the VIP lounge because he didn’t have the courage to face her. Hannah tried to talk her into letting go, so Bonnie slapped her. Lawrence stormed out, shoved Bonnie aside, then scooped Hannah up in his arms and carried her back inside.
That was the moment when the love Bonnie was so proud of shattered to pieces.
But she was stubborn, deep down to her bones. She needed to hear Lawrence say it himself, that it was over. So she chased him all the way to the United States. Outside the Metropolitan Opera, she saw Hannah, standing on her tiptoes in Lawrence’s arms, kissing his chin. Watching that scene hurt so much she could barely breathe, but she still walked right up to Lawrence. She stood there, stubborn and desperate, asking for an explanation, begging for a reason, even crying, willing to give up her pride just so he might stay.


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