I Don’t Think I Was Ever In Love With You

Deborah closed her eyes. Austyn had never been the kind to mince words. His rejection was definite, unambiguous. It was final. She leaned weakly against the headrest. ‘You’ve always been such a good man. Even when you shoot me down, you refuse to leave me in the lurch.’ Her lips were stretched into a rueful smile. ‘I must have been blind to choose Liam over you.’ An ambulance siren wailed some distance away. Austyn heard hurried footsteps and urgent shouts. But inside the Hummer, all was quiet. Austyn studied his ex-fiancée’s pallid face. Deborah, like his mother, was not blessed with a strong constitution. Fate dealt her several crushing blows in quick succession—her father’s death, followed soon by her mother’s, then the bout of depression and the suicidal attempts. She’d had asthma since childhood and also suffered from anaemia. Deborah Connelly was a beautiful, fragile flower who needed constant care and affection, both of which he’d failed to provide. ‘It’s not your fault,’ Austyn