Chapter 29 Missed Call

I woke up to an empty bed, the cold sheets beside me a stark reminder that Ava was gone. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, but it did nothing to warm the void that had settled in my chest. I rubbed my forehead, the spot where she had kissed—or rather, pecked—me before she left still tingling.

A small, bitter smile tugged at my lips. It was the first time in a long while that I had felt her touch, and I hated how much I missed it.

Memories of that day flashed through my mind—the day when everything changed. I had been handed a picture of Ava, naked with another man.

My heart had shattered, and in my anger, I had thrown her out. I had convinced myself that she had betrayed me, that she had broken the vows we had made to each other.

But deep down, even as I watched her walk out the door, I regretted it. My anger had been like a raging fire, consuming every rational thought, every ounce of trust I had ever had in her.

It wasn’t until later, after the rage had subsided