Chapter2
I stayed in the hospital for a week, but Xavier never visited.]]
Instead, I saw Chloe and him flaunting their relationship on social media every day.
“Xavier is so sweet. He made me a heart–shaped lunch again!”
“I just got a little scratch on my forehead, and Xavier is so worried. He’s the best.”
At first, I checked every day to see what new ways they would show off.[]
But the more I saw, the more it hurt, so I stopped looking.
I quietly checked myself out of the hospital and took a cab home.
The house was covered in dust, proof that Xavier hadn’t been home all week.]
I didn’t have the energy to clean up, so I just threw a sheet over the couch and lay down.
On the way home, I bought a new phone and got a replacement SIM card.
My previous phone had fallen off the cliff, and I didn’t think I’d ever get it back.[]
As soon as I inserted the new SIM card, Xavier’s call came through, his voice angry and demanding.
“Ariella, what the hell are you doing? I’ve called you a thousand times, and you didn’t answer!”
Xavier had a quick temper, exploding at the slightest inconvenience.
I had endured his outbursts for eight years, and I couldn’t count how many times I had been hurt.
In the past, whenever he got angry, I would panic and try everything to appease him.
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