Lindey liked women who were open and confident. As she always said, if someone looked meek and fragile, their heart and character probably weren't much bigger.Judging by appearance wasn't ideal, but Lindey had been around long enough to have her reasons for thinking that way."I can't help you," I said bluntly."Why not?" Tanya's voice had a hint of panic.I pressed my lips together for a second. "Lindey's strong-willed. You can't just change her mind that easily.""But she cares about you. She'd at least listen to you," Tanya said, her gaze dropping, trying to look pitiful. "You know my situation. Without Jace, I don't even know how I'll get through this."Desmond's death didn't make her this desperate, but now she couldn't imagine life without Jace?I almost wanted to laugh."If you know Lindey cares about me, then you should also realize she'll never accept you," I said, because in Lindey's eyes, I was her ideal daughter-in-law. If it wasn't me, no one else would ever be go
Social suicide, right on the spot!This was the second time. First, I walked in on Hayden fresh out of the shower, and now I'd just fantasized about him—out loud—right in front of him.I couldn't help but wonder if he did this on purpose. I'd been knocking forever, so why open the door now?The only way to save face? Act drunk, then pretend to black out. That way, I wouldn't be the one embarrassed—everyone else would be."Lena, look! He is home, huh?" I said, trying to sound casual, pointing right at Hayden like I hadn't just verbally undressed him.Lena's lips twitched. She was clearly suffering from secondhand embarrassment. "She's had a little too much to drink," she said."I'm not drunk," I chimed in, fully committing to the act.After all, a drunk person never admits they're drunk.Lena pinched my waist lightly. "Oh, right, of course. You only had one glass of wine. No way you're drunk, huh?"I was completely at a loss for words.Is this what betrayal feels like? My ride
"Not yet, but she's scheduled it. Let me check the time," Lena said, pausing for a second. "It's set for eleven."I glanced at the clock. It was already ten."Did she say why?" I asked."Nope, just said she didn't want it anymore. She signed the papers herself. The fetus is over three months along, so it's not just a quick procedure—it's a termination," Lena explained.Even though I've never been a mom, hearing that made my chest tighten. "Stall it for now. I'll reach out to Jace.""You sure you want to get involved?" Lena asked.I hesitated. "I saw her yesterday, and now she's doing this. If I don't tell Jace, he'll never forgive me. And besides..."This baby was the last piece of Desmond's bloodline.I hung up with Lena and immediately dialed Jace.He didn't pick up at first. Not surprising, considering I'd shut him down recently. I figured he wouldn't want to talk to me at all.Just as I was about to hang up and try calling from a different number, Jace finally answered, h
I didn't catch anything Jace said after that. What I'd just found out hit me like a truck.All the questions I'd had were finally answered, but I never saw this coming.Desmond had been someone I knew pretty well—thin, always smiling, the kind of guy who'd look out for everyone. I never imagined his death was because he couldn't deal with his wife hooking up with Jace.No wonder Jace was a total wreck after Desmond died... because it was his fault.Suddenly, everything made sense—why Desmond's parents treated Tanya like dirt, why they didn't want anything to do with the baby she was carrying. They probably didn't even think it was Desmond's kid.I wasn't even that mad at Jace for cheating on me before, but now, standing here, I realized just how low he'd really gone. He was the reason his so-called best friend was dead.Lena must've seen the change in my face, because she pulled me aside.Once we were in her break room, I just sank into a chair, totally silent for what felt like
Steve's smile instantly froze. He looked at me, thrown off. "Why are you asking about that?""I just want to visit," I said.He studied me for a moment, a mix of confusion and concern in his eyes.I didn't explain further or mention that Jace had been involved in Desmond's death. I was sure Steve had no idea—if he did, he would've cut Jace off a long time ago."Did something happen?" Steve asked, his voice tinged with worry.I didn't answer directly. "Just take me there."Seeing that I wasn't going to explain more, Steve sighed and nodded. He agreed to take me to Desmond's grave, though I could tell he was still wary.When we got to the cemetery, we saw Desmond's parents standing by his grave. Even from a distance, we could hear his mom's heart-wrenching sobs, mixed with angry curses.I couldn't make out who she was cursing, but I could guess—Tanya.It didn't feel right to approach them, so Steve and I hung back, waiting until they left.As they walked past us, Desmond's dad
It was Hayden.He was unlocking his door, holding a bag of vegetables in one hand. My sudden movement must've startled him, because he turned around, his eyes narrowing slightly.I just stood there, staring at him like I was having some kind of out-of-body experience. I didn't say a word—just watched him, completely zoned out.It wasn't until Hayden asked, "What's up?" that I snapped back to reality. I shook my head, still not fully awake."Are you sick?" he asked, setting the bag down and stepping closer.I couldn't get my mouth to work, so I just shook my head again, even though I wasn't sure what I was feeling.Then, out of nowhere, I felt something cool against my forehead—Hayden's hand. His voice sharpened with concern. "You're burning up."I was still in a daze, barely registering that he was talking about me.Hayden seemed to pick up on my confusion. Before I could process what was happening, he stepped inside my apartment and scooped me up into his arms. My already ligh
Since my parents passed away, I had never complained about the bitterness of medicine again. After all, there was no one left to give me sugar-free candies, and I hadn't tasted one since."It's really sweet," Hayden coaxed, lifting the candy to my lips again, almost teasingly.I finally opened my mouth. But the moment the candy touched my tongue, tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over before I could stop them."Why are you crying?" His hand was on my face, gently wiping the tears away.But the more he asked, the more I felt a tightness in my chest, and the harder it was to hold back the flood of emotions. My tears kept falling, faster than Hayden could wipe them.In the end, he took the cup from my hands and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "If you hate the medicine that much, we won't take it."He stepped away, and I buried my face in my hands.After crying for a bit, I felt lighter, like some of the weight on my chest had lifted. The thermometer under my arm beeped, pulli
When I recalled what I'd said earlier, my breath caught in my throat. I wanted to explain, maybe apologize, but Hayden, still kneeling beside the couch, stood up before I could say anything. "Dinner's ready. Come eat."As he pulled his hand away, I realized how tightly I'd been gripping him. In my dream, I thought I was holding onto my parents—but it had been Hayden all along. And I'd cursed him, thinking he was the one getting in the way.Awkwardly, I let go. His arm lifted, revealing deep red marks from where I'd squeezed too hard.Without a word, he turned and walked off. I slowly sat up, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. I'd definitely broken a sweat—probably a sign the fever had finally passed."Here, put this on. Don't catch another cold," Hayden said, coming back with a blanket.I reached out to grab it, but my grip was still weak, and I almost dropped it. He ended up draping it over me himself, then handed me a warm, damp cloth to wipe my hands.For a moment, I felt like