Hayden's one sentence nearly made me see red.Now I was sure this whole mess between us was because of that ridiculous news report.Sure, I had some blame in this, but I was still fuming. We'd promised to trust each other, yet here he was, judging me over a single story without even asking my side.I felt the frustration rise in my chest. "If I said it's not convenient, would you just turn around and leave?""Yes." Of course, he would.I clenched my teeth. "Hayden, when it comes to being a jerk, you're really unmatched."He didn't even flinch, just kept that calm, collected look that somehow made it even harder to stay mad.Fuming, I spun around and dropped onto the couch with a huff. Hayden followed, sitting down too—but he left about a foot between us.This was the guy who used to pull me onto his lap if I so much as scooted an inch closer. Now, he was holding back. It was obvious where his mind was.My chest tightened, and I looked at him, my voice wavering. "Do you really
Hayden never held back. He always said exactly what he felt, and now his words cut deep—he honestly thought I still had feelings for Jace.Since we got together, I'd kept my distance from Jace, worried our past might mess things up with Hayden. But clearly, I’d slipped up. I'd made him feel like he didn’t have all of me.This wasn't just about me giving Jace blood. Hayden had been carrying this around for a while, something he'd been feeling long before now."All this time, you've thought I didn't love you enough?" I let out a bitter laugh. "If that's true, then maybe I don't even know how to love anymore.""If you really loved me, you wouldn't have been so quick to suggest breaking up," he said, his voice low.I shut my eyes, frustration boiling over. "I told you—that was just me talking out of anger."I gave a tired smile and added, "It was a heat-of-the-moment thing, but you jumped at the chance to agree. So, Hayden, should I start thinking you never really wanted me in the fi
Through the blur of my tears, he was just this fading outline in the distance...I'd watched him walk away so many times before, but this time? It felt different, like it finally had nothing to do with me anymore.The tears didn't last long. Sadness kind of fizzled, leaving pure, boiling anger.I was mad. Mad at Hayden for throwing us away over some dumb misunderstanding, mad because in the end, he was like everyone else—quick to bail when things got real.Fine, if Hayden was done, then so was I. No way I'd sit here waiting.After a shower, I got into bed, phone lighting up with texts from Wayne and Jace, both wanting to know how things went with Hayden. But telling them would just lead to a whole round of pity or guilt, and I wasn't in the mood to explain.So, I ignored both of them. But when Lena texted, I actually replied.Honestly, though, she's been so wrapped up with Nate that I hadn't heard a word from her in days. She didn't even know I'd almost died.[Oh, so you've fin
Would Hayden regret this?I had no idea. But the way he walked away so decisively felt like someone was squeezing my heart, tighter with every minute. The pain twisted inside me all night, leaving me wide awake, tossing and turning.I hadn’t even felt this broken when I ended things with Jace.By the time the sun finally dragged itself over the horizon, I dragged myself out of bed, got ready, and headed to the office. At least there, I'd see Hayden. If I had such a miserable night, I was dying to know how he handled it.To hide my exhaustion, I applied a layer of makeup before stepping into work.As fate would have it, I ran straight into Ron in the lobby. Spotting me, he waved with his usual over-the-top enthusiasm. "Ms. Kay! Good morning!"Ron, my ridiculously energetic superior, always greets me like we're long-lost family—just short of throwing his arms around me in a teary reunion."Good morning, Mr. Shane," I nodded politely."Where's your plus-one? Didn't come in with yo
Ron never called out mistakes directly. He had this way of giving low-key, feel-good reminders that made you want to do better without feeling weird about it.That's why he was our superior. He'd joke around all day, barely looking like he was working, but somehow, everyone else was always hustling to keep up.I played along, smiling. "If I slowed down, I'd feel guilty, letting you down."He chuckled. "But I never put any pressure on you. Besides, work's endless. No need to rush."Ron's the first boss I've met who doesn't want you to stress yourself out. Kinda rare.Since he was being nice, I couldn't exactly turn him down without coming off rude, so I smiled and said, "Alright, I'll keep that in mind.""You've lost a lot of weight lately. Are you sure you're okay?" He didn't even glance at the stack of documents I'd handed him, like he was more interested in a random chat.We weren't close or anything, but ever since we met, he acted like we were old pals. Still, I kept things
Hmph! He didn't want me anymore, but he was still playing these games.Clearly, he still had feelings for me. Maybe Lena was right—I needed to play my cards right."Mr. Shane, I've got plans tonight, but let's do dinner tomorrow," I offered, keeping it casual.Ron's face lit up. "Great! Sounds perfect. Hayden, you in for tomorrow?""I'm busy," Hayden replied, ice-cold, shutting it down.Ron looked like he might argue, but I jumped in. "Mr. Shane, I'm taking you somewhere tomorrow that you've never been.""Really?" Ron raised a brow. "Someplace I haven't been? Has Hayden?"He never missed a chance to rope Hayden in. I knew why—Ron was terrified of crossing him, knowing Hayden was the true heir to the Hart family empire.Just then, the elevator arrived, and Hayden strode out without a glance at Ron.Ron glanced between us, looking like he wanted to say something, but switched gears quickly. "Ms. Kay, I might not survive until tomorrow at this rate," he joked, hurrying after Hayd
Even though Hayden had recorded Steve's last match for me, it just wasn't the same as being there."I'll save you the best seat," Steve said with a grin."You've got this!" I threw him a quick fist pump through the screen.He nodded. "Take care of yourself too.""Mhm, I'm about to eat something and crash," I mumbled, feeling exhaustion creeping in.I hadn't slept well last night, but somehow pushed through today. Now? I was ready to pass out. As soon as the call ended, I tossed my phone aside and stared at the dark kitchen.It would've been nice if Hayden were here to cook, but nope—he was keeping his distance, playing that proud game. Wonder how long that'll last.That thought lingered as I finally drifted off, completely wiped after almost twenty-four hours awake. When I opened my eyes again, sunlight streamed through the windows.Even after all that sleep, I felt groggy. I turned over, burying my face in the pillow, but the moment I moved, pain shot through my whole body. "O
"Ms. Kay, you're here! I thought you weren't coming," Ron said, striding in with a bag just as I was checking if breakfast had somehow disappeared into thin air."Ta-da! Breakfast!" he announced.At that moment, it clicked.Breakfast had arrived all right—just not the one Wayne sent.I gave Ron a look, waiting. He didn't usually bring me breakfast without some kind of reason.Sure enough, as he set the food down, he said, "I got called in at five this morning, and I was starving, so I, uh, ate the breakfast on your desk. This one's a replacement."Oh, please. Like I was buying that.But I was too tired to start anything. "You didn't have to replace it. I already ate."Total lie. I hadn't eaten at all; I'd barely had an appetite the past few days. And when I did eat, I just felt queasy."Come on, I can't let you skip breakfast. Unless... you're saying my choice isn't good enough?" Ron asked, giving me a smirk. "This is custom-made, just for you."I cracked a smile. "Custom-mad