And for nine years, he brought woman after woman home.
Once, drunk, Ryan looked me in the eyes and said, “Daisy, we’re worlds apart. Don’t harbor any illusions about me.”
I used to think he just didn’t know how to love.
It wasn’t until last year that I learned that he had a childhood sweetheart who died. All those women he brought home were nothing but stand-ins for the woman he couldn’t forget.
So, when he showed up with another Omega who looked just like her, I wasn’t even surprised. I just started thinking about when to leave.
Ryan noticed my silence and called out to me again, “Daisy Boyle!”
I snapped out of my daze. Standing up, I looked him dead in the eye. “I want to find a job.”
He snorted. “You? You’d be lucky to land a cleaning gig in Campbell Pack. Even Clare’s got better odds at a real job than you.”
Just then, Clare walked out of the bedroom, wearing a dress that Ryan gave to his late childhood sweetheart. He would give her a dress every year for her birthday before she passed away.
I once brushed the edge of a dress by accident and got slapped across the face for it.
Now, Ryan looked at Clare with gentle eyes. Smiling, he nodded. “You look great. Pick whichever dress you like.”
Clare turned proudly, lifting her brow at me with obvious intent. “Well, Daisy? What do you think?”
I gave her a calm smile and nodded. “You look good. It suits you.”
She looked stunned for a second. I didn’t say anything else.
This agreement would end in three days. It was time I started packing for the freedom that finally belonged to me.
