"So what exactly do you want from me? Did you just want to have fun with me whenever you felt like it? It's clear I don't love you, Amy, and you know it. So why don't you just let me off the hook?"
"Let you off the hook? I don't see why I should do that. You don't love Amy? I mean me?" Cherry shot back, her confusion showing.
"We both know what happened between us. I won't say it out loud—after all, the walls have ears—but isn't it time we stop this charade? Haven't you had enough of it?"
Cherry's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? Charade? What charade?" She whispered, her heart racing as she tried to make sense of his words.
Rafael was taken aback, confusion swirling in his mind. Why was Amy suddenly pretending not to recognize that she had essentially forced him into this engagement?
This wasn't the first time she had pulled a stunt like this; her selective memory was starting to become a pattern.