When I came here tonight, I had still held onto a tiny shred of hope. But now, it was completely gone.
Pulling me out of my thought, Yvette suddenly stood up and spoke to me. “Since you’re here, why don’t you take Zachary home?” she suggested, her voice sickly sweet. “I’ve just gotten back, and I can’t look after him tonight. Oh, and when he wakes up tomorrow, make sure to brew him some ginger honey tea. He always has a headache after drinking, and he’ll need it. And don’t forget to cover him with a blanket. He sleeps terribly after a night out.”
Her words sliced through me, each one a reminder of how well she knew him—better than I ever had. She was just passing the mess to me for tonight.
I stared at her innocent expression for a long time, wanting nothing more than to wipe that look off her face. But I held back, my anger simmering just beneath the surface.
I wanted to see how long they could keep up this charade.
Vivian's POV
On the way home, I couldn’t hold back my tears.
I had spent nine long years loving Zachary: five years of dating and four years chasing him.
But what I got in return was nothing but betrayal.