Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 65

Hugo shot him a questioning look.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not prying," the driver quickly clarified. "It's just... the way you threw down that cash, I figured she was the love of your life. But sitting in the back, you two acted like strangers."

Hugo pulled on the coat Willow had left on the seat, adjusting the collar. "What do you think our relationship is?"

The driver pondered. "Friends, maybe? Just not very close ones."

"We aren't close," Hugo said, looking out the window as Willow's silhouette disappeared into the building. "She's my friend's wife."

The driver choked on his own spit and didn't utter another word for the rest of the ride.

Once inside, Willow popped some cold medicine, forced down a bowl of hot soup, and crawled into bed. She had been exposed to the freezing temperatures for too long and feared the physical toll it would take.

Despite her precautions, she woke up the next morning feeling like she had been hit by a truck. Her head was pounding, and her throat felt like she was swallowing glass.

As she reached for a glass of water, her phone buzzed with a text from Julian.

[Come to the office. Overtime.]

In the past, he would send these cold, demanding texts on her days off, barking orders for her to handle his menial tasks. And she had eagerly complied, desperate for any scrap of his attention.

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