All the little things I’d ignored, all the strange details I’d brushed aside, they suddenly connected.
The faint perfume smell I thought I imagined turned out not to be my imagination. It was the scent of betrayal.
That uneasy feeling I kept dismissing as paranoia turned out to be not paranoia. It was instinct.
In an instant, my world collapsed.
I yanked him out of bed like someone possessed, sobbing as I asked him why? Why stay with me if he didn’t love me? Why brave the storm just to confess to me? Why cheat with my best friend when I loved him the most?
Watching me break down in front of him, Liam panicked and looked away. He didn’t know what to do.
“Sierra, it’s not that I don’t like you,” he said softly. “I just don’t like you as much anymore.”
Ten years. Youth faded and passion quieted. What used to be fierce love had turned into a debt that could never be repaid.
That time, I refused to accept it. I couldn’t believe it.
We had been together for ten years. Ten whole years. Three thousand six hundred fifty days and nights. A thousand kilometers between us. And he wanted me to believe that all of that had been nothing more than repayment?
Sierra's POV