Love That Wasn't Meant to Last novel Chapter 7

I had a dream that night.

"Selena will marry Hudson, and they'll be together forever and ever."

"I, Selena Norman, swear that I'll only love Hudson for the rest of my life."

"Hud, being with you is the greatest blessing of my life."

Dreams were strange things—they could bring joy or pain, and sometimes, they cruelly reminded you of everything you had lost. I could not quite explain this feeling, but that was exactly where I found myself at that moment.

When I woke up, I stared at the empty ceiling, feeling lost and confused. The memories of our happy moments still echoed in my mind, but Selena had destroyed it all with her own hands. A wave of sadness washed over me, and tears rolled down my face.

Why did Selena have to be the one who pursued me first? She promised to love me forever and swore she would only love me. Yet, she was the one who broke her words.

"Selena, I hate you," I thought to myself. "But I hate myself more for still thinking about you."

Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I buried my face in my knees. Maybe crying would help ease the pain. After all, my world would not stop turning just because one person left. Surely, I could still find a way to be okay on my own.

As I wallowed in my emotions, a woman's voice suddenly broke through."Hudson, you're finally awake."

Her words felt like a bucket of cold water, instantly washing away my misery and replacing it with embarrassment at being caught in such a state. I quickly wiped my tears, trying to regain my composure.

Looking up, I saw a young woman with wavy hair and stunning features, wearing no makeup. She appeared gentle and kind.

Seeing my tears, she looked surprised, her shock evident on her face. She asked, "Hudson, why are you crying?"

I could not come up with an answer that would not make me sound even more pathetic, so I chose to remain silent. How could I tell her I was crying over my divorce and the woman who betrayed me? How could I admit that I was the one who ended the marriage?

Perhaps realizing something, her face showed a hint of awkwardness before she, too, fell silent. With both of us quiet, the room's atmosphere grew uncomfortably tense.

I glanced around and noticed I was in an unfamiliar place, covered by a thin blanket and reeking faintly of alcohol.

"How did I end up here? Where am I?" I asked, confused. My head was pounding, and I could not remember anything from the night before.

The woman watched me with concern as I winced in pain. She handed me a glass of water and gently explained what had happened.