Why not?” I demanded disappointedly, my smile disappearing.
“I’m a bit drunk, and I don’t feel well. I’d better go back to my room and get some rest,” he explained apologetically.
“Wait, Caleb—” I wanted to ask him to stay, but as soon as he reached his door, Caleb unlocked it and stepped inside.
“Good night,” he said briefly before shutting the door in my face.
I was so sad but there was nothing I could do. I had to go back to my room alone.
When I opened the door to my room, my eyes swept across the room. There were heart-shaped candles, a dreamy gauze canopy by the bed, and a bathtub filled with water and red rose petals… I even wore my sexiest underwear in preparation for tonight.
I left the hospital ahead of time to surprise Caleb with a wonderful night, but now, everything was ruined.
“Caleb, why do you want her? What the fuck do you see in her?” I felt terrible.
Yes, I saw Caleb making out with that bitch in the car. I saw how close they were, kissing each other so passionately…
Anger engulfed my heart. I was so angry that I dug my nails into my palms, drawing blood.
Caleb was gone all night because he was out with Debra, that fucking whore!
I almost went mad with jealousy. I hated Debra. I hated her for pestering Caleb. She couldn’t keep away from my man. She disgusted me!
But I had to keep up appearances, so I couldn’t show my jealousy in front of Caleb. I had no choice but to pretend that I didn’t know anything about his infidelity.
However, in the end, he only hurt me. He lied to me and refused to spend the night with me.
My heart ached so badly and tears kept rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably.
The more I dwelled on it, the sadder I became. So I squatted on the floor and cried bitterly.
I had been in love with Caleb for so long. I had even come to this god-forsaken town for him, but he was always so cold to me. There was nothing I could do to get him to pay attention to me.
Just then, my phone rang. It was my father calling.
Before answering, I wiped my tears and cleared my throat, pretending to be calm. “Hi, Dad. What’s up?”
Unfortunately, my father was quite perceptive. He could tell from my shaky voice that something was wrong. “Why are you crying, sweetheart? Did anyone hurt you?”
I tried my best to hold back my tears and lied, “No, Dad. I’m fine. I was just watching a sad movie.”
Obviously, my father didn‘t believe me. He seemed to want to keep asking me about it, so I had to change the topic. “So Dad, did you find anything about Debra?”
