Well, if his goal was to make my heart shatter just a little more... mission accomplished.Two hours later, after all the tests, I spotted Yuna and Hayden in the waiting area.Yuna rushed over and grabbed my hand. "How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?""No," I lied with a smile. "The doctor said I must have, like, superpowers or something—no injuries, not even a scratch."Truth was, I had scrapes and bruises all over, but I wasn't about to make her feel worse. She already felt guilty enough that I'd almost gotten swept away saving her, and I wasn't going to make it worse by telling her the details. Besides, Hayden had already made it clear he was done with me."I don't believe you," Yuna said, reaching to check for herself.I pressed her hands down gently. "Yuna, I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep for a while. Really, I'm fine. Go home and get some rest.""I'm not leaving," she insisted. "I'll stay here with you. Hayden's here too."She tugged at his arm, trying to pull
But I couldn't keep hiding forever.The tougher things got, the less I could afford to run.I let go of the blanket, and Wayne pulled it back just a little, studying my face. "I heard you got swept into the water. You scared the hell out of me." That was his way of explaining why he was here.I managed a weak smile. "What, did I make the news?"I mean, it's the internet age—of course someone filmed the whole thing instead of helping."Yeah, looking like a poor little thing," Wayne replied, lifting his hand.Instinctively, I leaned back, but he just gave me a gentle smile. "Relax, I was just going to fix your hair. Look how jumpy you are."I stayed quiet as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?""I'm fine. They already checked me over.""Doesn't look like it went too well. You even cried, huh?" he said, noticing my red, puffy eyes.Wayne probably knew it wasn't fear that had me crying, but he phrased it that way to give me an easy out.I forced a smile. "L
Wayne's eyes darkened slightly. Just a minute ago, I'd leaned away when he'd tried to fix my hair, but with Jace, I hadn't even flinched. The difference in how I reacted to each of them was probably hard to miss.But since we'd just cleared the air, Wayne kept his cool. When he noticed me looking, he even gave me a calm smile and teased, "Guess you're still more comfortable with Jace's touch."I had no idea how to respond to that.Jace smirked, chiming in, "Well, she almost became my wife."I couldn't respond to that either.Wayne's smile didn't waver. "Yeah... almost."Jace shot him a look, eyebrow raised, as if to say, 'Did I say anything untrue?'"You feel a little warm," Jace said, pulling his hand back before calling over a passing nurse. "Could we get a thermometer?""I'm fine, it's probably just—" I started, but Jace cut me off."Whether you're fine or not isn't up to you," he said firmly. The nurse returned with a thermometer and pressed it to my forehead."99.9 degre
Finally, Jace had picked up on something off about Wayne.I took a sip, buying time. "Why don't you ask him yourself? I don't have the energy to think about anyone right now."His face went flat. "Yeah, you don't have to keep reminding me.""Just being honest," I shrugged, then coughed, and Jace reached over, patting my back."Does Hayden even know you got hurt?" His question hit right where it hurt.I held the cup in my hands, the warmth chasing away the chill in my body but doing nothing for the cold ache in my chest. "He came... then he left."Jace didn't say anything, so I handed the cup back. "I'm exhausted. I need to sleep."I lay down, and he stayed right there, just sitting by my side. My fever made my eyelids feel heavy, and as I drifted off, I thought I heard him murmur, "You didn't seem this broken when we broke up."Seriously? He was still hung up on that?But he wasn't wrong. Breaking up with him hadn't hurt the way this did."Maybe it's because you hurt me slowl
"Wait here," Jace said briskly, getting up.Right now, he was acting like he'd do anything I asked, even anticipating what I needed before I said a word. If he'd been like this before, maybe things wouldn't have ended the way they did.But there's no use wondering about what-ifs. I'd closed that chapter for a reason.As I looked away, my gaze happened to fall on his phone. The screen was paused on a video of me from a few years ago. I had no idea what I'd been doing in it or even why it had been recorded.For a split second, I felt tempted to pick it up and see, but before I could decide, Jace returned with the water.He caught me looking at his phone but didn't seem fazed. Instead, he gave me a casual smile. "While you were sleeping, I went through some old photos and videos. Turns out you're even prettier now than you were back then."I took a sip of water, playing along. "Oh, so I wasn't cute enough before? Guess that explains a lot...""Stop right there," he cut in, blocking
Should I?Part of me wanted to—wanted answers. But knowing that food container tossed in the trash... it felt like he hadn't just thrown away the food; he'd tossed aside his feelings too.Chasing after him would only make me look pathetic.I set down the container that had been pulled from the trash and walked back to my bed. But now, I couldn't even bring myself to pick up my fork.The woman who'd picked up the food container seemed to catch on and carefully brought it back over, setting it down in front of me."Take it with you," I said quietly."No... it's fine..." she replied, hesitating."You picked it up, so it's yours now. Really, go ahead," I said, then turned back to my own meal, forcing myself to take big bites, hoping the food would help bury my frustration.Jace gave her a nod to take the container, then reached out and stopped my hand just as I went for another spoon of gnocchi. "Hey," he said softly, "don't take it out on my food."Jace paused, then added, "Maybe
I held my breath, meeting his gaze. Hayden was looking right at me, steady and unhesitating.He was always so direct, so open. Meanwhile, I was the one who felt unsettled, like the breakup had somehow been my fault."Well, speak of the devil. Hayden, we were just talking about you," Ron said, ever the troublemaker.Hayden nodded, standing there with that perfect posture of his, not saying a word."Aren't you curious what we were saying?" Ron pressed, clearly trying to stir the pot.Ron couldn't resist pushing boundaries; it was practically his hobby.Hayden stayed silent, so Ron scratched his nose. "We were saying you've lost weight, and that you..."He trailed off, then winked at me. "Ms. Kay, let's keep the rest a secret from him."I almost laughed, a small smile sneaking its way to my lips.Hayden happened to glance over just then, but I quickly looked away.He might not want me anymore, but that didn't mean I'd let him think I couldn't live without him.At lunch, I final
"Hey there, Mr. Hart!"I threw on a polite smile, like he was any other coworker.Hayden didn't say a word. We brushed shoulders as I walked past, and as soon as I was out of sight, my smile faded, leaving this tiny spark of bitterness. I hopped into the company car and headed to the address Sasha gave me.When I got there, she hadn't shown up yet. I shot her a message, and she told me to grab a seat and wait.While I waited, I checked my phone. There was a new text from Yuna. Scrolling up, I saw a string of messages from her—most of them apologies and her defending Hayden. I'd only replied once and hadn't answered since.Yuna: [Keira, please answer me? Hayden's practically put me on house arrest; I can't leave the house.]I stared at her text for a second, then replied: [I'm fine and back at work. As for Hayden and me, you don't need to worry about it.]She replied instantly: [He loves you, I swear it.]I didn't respond, but she kept going: [He tried cooking for you, got distr