One Night With A Billionaire(82)
She took it and scanned the first few lines, wrinkling her nose. “‘I grew up with Daphne Petty back when she was a freckle-faced redhead who loved to take center stage. In all the years I knew her, that never changed.’” She dropped the paper. “What’s this bullshit?”
“It’s the speech I’m going to give at your funeral. Since apparently we’re going to have it in the next year or so. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with what I had to say about you.”
The hands clasping the paper began to shake.
“And since this is the last time I’m going to see you before then, I just wanted to make sure that you approved,” he said softly.
“You’re abandoning me, too?” Tears poured down her face, and her hands shook as if she had a palsy. “I don’t have anyone left!”
“That’s because you’ve driven them all away, Daphne. Were the drugs worth it? Getting high? Partying?” His voice sounded utterly cold, even to himself, but she was listening.
Daphne rubbed a hand over her eyes, looking childlike and very young for a moment. “I hate the drugs. You know that, right? I hate the drugs so much. I hate that I need them.” Her voice became venomous. “I hate myself, Cade. I hate everything about me.” A sob escaped her throat. “And everyone else hates me, too.”
Poor kid. For the first time, he saw who Daphne really was. Not the teenage ingenue he’d longed for. Not the troubled innocent living her life on the stage. She was just a young woman with a massive sense of insecurity and isolation. Who didn’t know what to do with herself. Who didn’t know who to trust.
He reached out and took her hand. Squeezed it. “You’re sick, Daphne. I say this as a friend, but you need help.”
She gave a watery laugh. “Not more of those fucking idiots that want me to do Pilates and grow a plant and talk about my wounded feelings. Rehab’s a fucking joke. You realize that, right? You know I scored drugs from my last nurse in rehab? He was a huge fan.” Her mouth was bitter. “I can’t even get clean when I go to the place to get clean.”
“I’m not talking about just getting clean,” Cade said. “I’m talking about who you are. The Daphne I knew growing up was magnetic. Lovely. Never cruel. The woman you are today . . . that’s not her. You call your employees names, Daph. You gave one of them a concussion. They’re all living in fear of you.” He shook his head. “It’s more than just the drugs. You need a life do-over.”
“I would love a life do-over,” she said, and for a moment, she sounded so wistful that his heart hurt for her. “I would love to not be me anymore. I’m so tired of Daphne Petty. No one likes me, you know? They just like who I am or what I can do for them.” She squeezed his hand tighter. “I knew that, and I kept telling myself I didn’t care. You know? But I do care.” Fresh tears spilled forth. “Maybe the problem is that I care too much.”
“Then do something about it.”
She nodded, absently staring down at their joined hands. “You know . . . I always thought you’d be there to pick up the pieces for me. That no matter how awful I was, or how out of control I got, I could always have you to fall back on. Like a safety net.” Her mouth curled. “Safety Net Cade, there to save Daphne from herself. But . . . you’ve moved on, haven’t you? To Fat Marilyn.”
His temper flared. He might have squeezed her hand a little hard. “That’s not her name, Daph.”
Her eyes grew unfocused for a moment. “Right.” She grimaced. “I don’t even remember her real name. Just that she’s fat and nice and pretty, and I kind of hate her guts for having you at the moment.”
“I love her,” Cade said simply. “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and she’s a wonderful person.”
“You love her,” Daphne said, choking on tears. “She’s fat and nobody and I’m famous and thin and no one loves me.”
He was not going to feel sorry for her. Daphne fed off of pity. “Kylie’s not thin. So what? I don’t care. She’s incredibly sexy and I love her figure. I love how lush she is and how much she adores life. Mostly, I love how giving and wonderful she is. I love how when I’m with her, she’s the most important person in the world to me, and I’m the most important to her. That’s what love is, Daphne. It’s not lashing out and then hoping they’ll stick around despite your behavior. It’s trying to be the best person you can to make the other person happy.”