Hate That I Still Love You

's Poin

here used to be warmth. Scott had changed. At first, I thought he was just stressed. The company had laun

re nothing more than ghosts haunting the same house. I sat at the edge of the bed one night,

ked up. "I wa

said yesterday. A

it's true

outh-stabbed at something inside me."I miss you," I whispered. He didn't

should've been beautiful. But I was alone in every way that mattere

and insistence. "You two need a break from the stres

ted, but

on of our home, he'd remember how to hold my hand again. Maybe I'd hear him lau

get my f

lowing overhead like suspended stars. The view of the

leaned into him slightly, her lips curved in that effortless way only she could pull o

ed in m

ring on a smile even as something coiled in my stomach."Hey, you made it!" Mi

Not eve

...

st week. You'd have screamed." I laughed weakly and slid into a seat. Scott didn't sit beside me.

est a

places I didn't want them to go. I watched how his eyes lit up when Kat

enly, it

a s

wheel in my o

trying to shake it off. I must've imagined it. I h

gh

***

, but my chest stil

his tie, moving like everything was perfectly normal-like he hadn't just disappeared for nea

, arms folded tight

that bac

nked.

think I didn't notice?"He sighed, rolling his eyes slightly a

e days. We're practically strangers in this house. And tonight, I watched my fiancé laugh and whi

s hair, clearly agitated

elieve that was just casual chit-chat? You disappeared with

e snapped. "We were just tal

coffed. "At a party

ow," he said curtly, "I'll be going on a busi

art d

on with you, Scott? What happened to us? Why are you acting like this?"He stood there for a momen

words that shat

and need

m. I sat there in the dimly lit living room, the silence so loud it pressed against my chest. The

t even l

ing him to turn around. To say something-anything.

he d

t and fast, spilling down my cheeks. I curled my knees to my chest on the couch, the e

went

ble silence? My phone buzzed on the side table. I didn't want to pick it up, not with tears

-his

s a pause, then her soft, warm voice came through. "Tatiana... sweetheart, are you okay?"That simple q

murmured. "Tell

changed. He barely looks at me anymore. He just said he's leaving for a business

y God... I knew something was off. I'm so

ght the hangout would bring us closer. But he disappeared-with

tense silenc

reak from all this, just for a while. I'm booking you into the WestCreek

ately. My heart felt li

" I finally

e's causing you, Tatiana. I'll

nsifying the ache in my chest. The moment the screen dimmed, I broke down all

e with a man who now felt like a stranger. Al