The Heart Left Behind (Cole and Yvonne) novel Chapter 75

After finishing his sentence, Sam hung up the phone. When I tried calling back, the line was already disconnected.

At least I knew where Lorraine lived—I had done my homework before we started dating. Her place was modest but spotless, and while her family's situation was modest, she seemed like a decent person. That was precisely why I was willing to get involved with her.

But now, a new man had popped up after a few days. Judging by her tone, the two of them definitely knew each other. I was hesitant as to whether I should go over to her house or not.

I felt the pain in my palm as I clutched my car keys. What if she was in real danger? Before I could come up with a reason to convince myself, I was already behind the wheel, speeding toward her place.

Fine, if they really were a couple, I would just take it as closure for myself.

Half an hour later, I was standing in front of Lorraine's door.

"Open up."

Someone asked, "Who's there?" The voice was irritated and impatient, followed by hurried footsteps from inside. It did sound like Sam, no doubt about it.

The moment the door opened, I threw a punch at his jaw. He stumbled back and hit the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he called out.

He was pale and skinny, like a twig, with bright red-dyed hair. His pink shirt was loud and attention-grabbing.

"Who let this stray mutt in?"

I had half-expected him to be some big-shot CEO or a spoiled trust fund kid. It turned out he was just a scrawny dog yapping for attention.

"Who the hell are you calling—"

He lunged at me, but I caught his wrist in mid-air. The sound of his pained scream brought a twisted sense of satisfaction.

I asked him, "Where's Lorraine?"

He countered, "Are you Cole?"

His eyes widened, surprise flashing across his face. I smiled, satisfied. "Yes, that's me."