Hate That I Still Love You

's Poin

ngaged?" He scoffed, and the sound was harsh, vicious. "That

ott, that's not true! You know that misu

Misunderstanding? Convenient e

the wind out of me. "And all the while, you made me b

in the room. "You believed what you wanted

aw. "So, this is it? You're just going to

's time for the truth. It's time for me to live my tr

om everything!" I cried out,

? I trusted you both, what haven't I done for you

est. I had always believed we were close, that our bonds were unbreakable. But standing there, seeing

explanation for this cruelty, but they remained just beyond my reach, their faces void of the warmth I once knew. How c

I was the shoulder to lean on. I had given advice, shared in their troubles, and invested my heart and soul into their well-being. Yet, no

een misplaced, my openness a gateway to my betrayal. I had been too trusting, too blind to the

wards Katrina, who had just re-entered the room. "

f neutrality that didn't reach her eyes

ord, the need to release the building storm inside me overwhelming. But before my hand could meet her cheek, S

es from mine. "Never lay a hand on her. You're not to touc

too tightly, the rain beginning outside, tapping against the windows-all of it f

thing, Tatiana. That's just how life is. Now

ghts raced through my mind, a turbulent storm of disbelief and betrayal. Could I ever trust anyone again? Had I been foolish to place my faith in Scott and Katri

s of hope I held onto. "As you can see, I was busy before you barged in. Can you be any more pathetic,

ss my face. "Honestly, Tatiana, look at yourself. You're a mess, and you're embarrassing yo

inning me down with a weight I couldn't lift. I stood frozen, unable to

s nonchalance. "Scott, darling, let's not waste our evening on this...inter

were something unpleasant she'd found stuck to her shoe. Her smirk was a

ined by this...drama." He grabbed Katrina's hand, pulling her close, and shot me one last look. "Tatiana, do yourself a

into my bones, mirroring the icy void where my heart used to be. From the corner of my eye, I caught Katrina's smirk, a silent, mocking confirmation of the new reality. The realization that I was truly alone, that the man I loved had turned into a stranger, was overwhelming. At that moment, the sheer weight of my

ow had it all come to this? How had I not seen the signs? The questions tormented me, but no answers came-only the stinging realization that

I could do was gather the scattered pieces of my heart, hold the