And I… I actually believed it. I thought maybe if I just held on a little longer, he’d fall in love with me.
Stupid, right?
Three months ago, Amber came back. She broke up with her boyfriend and returned from the US like nothing happened.
And Hudson? He went back to her without hesitation. No explanation. No guilt. Nothing.
He took her out to eat, went shopping with her, stayed by her side like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. He even canceled meetings, important ones, the kind he used to say could never be moved. All because she said she was in a bad mood.
I stood by the window one night and watched his car drive away again. Same direction. Same place. Her place.
I didn’t cry this time. I just watched.
And finally understood.
Love was love. Real love didn’t change. No matter how much I gave, how much I tried, how much I broke myself into something smaller and quieter and easier to keep… it would never compare to one look from her. Not even close.
Five years. It was almost over.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
His voice snapped me out of it. I blinked and looked at him, my throat tightening like something was stuck there.
He didn’t remember?