Mandy felt cold and empty when he turned away. All the warmth had left her and she and Roger felt light-years apart. Maybe they were just too different now. Maybe she couldn't adapt to his life. She'd lived in secret for so long that being in the public eye, even the very little that she was, it was painful and hard and it hurt. She didn't want to think about losing him again but right now? She'd never felt so far away and distant from Roger Davies. Roger had a life that was filled with games and women and drinks. It was his life and he loved it and she'd never ask him to give it up. Ever. He'd been dreaming about this day his entire life and she'd never take it away from him.
She didn't know what she could do. It hadn't seemed to bother her as much until recently. She knew who Roger was and knew what he did and how he acted and she understood that but lately? Lately everything had just seemed so much worse and she couldn't bloody deal with it anymore. She was exhausted all the time and just plain run down. But Fleur? Fleur had pushed her over the edge and she wasn't sure why. It could be that the woman was perfect and Roger's dream. Or it could just be because she was insecure and being stupid. She really didn't know right now.
Mandy's brow furrowed and she looked at him. If you don't love me enough... That was unfair and it hurt. It cut her deep. Down to the bone. Her heart was racing and her head was pounding. "That's not fair," she murmured, staring at her ceiling. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I always have. I don't know how to be what you want. I don't know how to be the trophy girlfriend and I'm never going to... be that." Someone like Fleur. That's what he needed and liked and she wasn't any of that. "I hate your life," she whispered.