My heart shattered into pieces as I processed his words. So this was it. My fiancé had been keeping secrets, and I was nothing but a fool. Who was I to him? I looked at his familiar figure, disappointment flooding my veins. Even without hearing the other side of the conversation, I knew whatever was said would crush me further.
He continued, “I love her. I can’t give up Lila.”
His words fell like ice water over my heart. I stood frozen, the weight of his confession crushing me. This was more than I could bear. If he loved Lila so much, then I had no place in his life.
I took a deep breath and walked up to him, knocking lightly on the table. He quickly hung up, turning around with a look of panic in his eyes.
“When did you get here?” he asked, feigning surprise.
I forced a smile. “Just arrived. Who were you talking to on the phone?”
He scrutinized my expression, his relief palpable when he saw no signs of emotion on my face. He walked toward me and pulled out the chair closest to me. “Just a work call. They wanted to remind me about a meeting later.”
I nodded, not calling him out on his pathetic excuse.
“Let’s eat. You can leave early after lunch,” I suggested, trying to sound casual.