Blair turned around and glared at Miller, who had a gloomy expression on his face. "You got into my phone?"
"Yeah," Miller admitted. "But I found out about you and Wesley by accident. You think I wouldn't? That's where you were wrong. When you really miss someone, your eyes will tell that story. The way you looked at him on the day you moved, that was love."
'So he knew all this time.' Blair smiled bitterly. Then she said calmly, "You're right. I love Wesley. But you know what? I was going to spend the rest of my life with you, because you were so good to me. Wesley doesn't love me. But you cheated on me. Hope you two are happy together."
She meant it. Wesley didn't care about romance. All he thought about was work. She gave up on him. She chose Miller out of desperation. But it wasn't fair to him. She didn't love him.
Even Miller could tell that she loved Wesley. She loved him so much it hurt. But so what? His heart never belonged to her. Blair's eyes misted up, her world was now seen through tears.
She knew Miller cared about her. She had even thought about getting their marriage licenses after she got hired on permanently. She was still on probation at work. However...
A teardrop fell on her suitcase. Miller was genuinely sorry. He walked over to her and gave her a back hug. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. Can we start over?"
Blair forced back tears. "No. I think we're past that point. Don't think I don't care, but I can't love you the way you want. Bye."
Suddenly, she saw no point in packing the rest of her things. Zipping her suitcase, she pushed Miller aside and walked out of the room.
Miller's companion was smoking on the sofa in the living room. The look on her face was calm, as if this happened all the time. Seeing Blair coming out of the bedroom with luggage, she said with a smile, "Sorry. Didn't know you'd be back this early. Guess we don't have to worry about a hotel now."
She said she was sorry, but neither her face nor her words betrayed a shred of apology.
Blair returned her smile. "It's okay. This place is all yours. So is he." With that, she left Miller's apartment.
As soon as she finished descending the stairs and came to the lobby on the first floor, a big hand grabbed her wrist.
"Ah!" Blair screamed. That was when she caught sight of the uniform.
Wesley noticed her red eyes. 'She's been crying, ' he realized. 'Is she sad for leaving him?' He took her suitcase and walked towards his car.
'Why is he here? How did he know where I was?' Watching Wesley walk away, Blair broke out of her reverie and half-jogged half-walked to catch up to him. "Hey, why are you here? Give that back."
Wesley didn't say a word. After helping her into the car, he drove away.
The car pulled into a different apartment complex. She hadn't seen this one before. It wasn't Hillside Apartments, but it was just as expensive.
Wesley helped her out of the car, and led her into another apartment. Before Blair could ask any questions or look around, Wesley remarked, "Since you're pregnant, stay here and take care of yourself. Don't worry about a thing."
That came as a shock. 'Pregnant? Who? Me? When? Why would he say that?' Blair wondered. "Pregnant? Why do you think—" He shot her a look that told her to keep quiet.
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