Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ophelia

Byron Langdon might be the cold, calculating bastard who convinced my boyfriend to end things with me, but I’ll give him credit for one thing—he made sure that everything was in place for us to leave Greenwich immediately after the worst breakup of my life. No waiting, no dragging out the inevitable.

Keane and I were placed on one jet—a private medical flight outfitted with all the support he’d need for the nearly six-hour journey back to Portland. Haydn? He took the same jet that had brought us here. Quiet, efficient, detached, like this was just another thing to cross off his endless list of responsibilities.

But he didn’t leave without making sure I was taken care of. That’s Haydn for you. Even when he’s breaking your heart, he does it with this maddening, infuriating sense of responsibility. He stayed until the last possible moment, making sure the plane was secure, that Keane’s medical equipment was checked, that the flight attendants knew everything I might need for the trip.

It’s ridiculous, really, the way he can make you feel like you’re still the center of his world even as he’s walking away from you.