Page 46 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 6

The knife twisted again.

He really had moved on.

The knife tore my heart in two.

It was all true.

All of it.

I sat here staring at him, missing him, hating him, loving him. I never knew I could feel so alone when I wasn’t. But watching Matt with that girl? I’d never felt more alone in my life. Like my solitude was strangling me.

I watched her kiss away his laughter. My replacement. A better version, really. She wasn’t Isabella. She looked oddly familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Maybe she’d gone to Empire High. I had no idea. All I knew was that she was prettier than me. And had bigger breasts. Her bathing suit was expensive. She clearly fit better into his world than I did. Not that it was a competition. Matt certainly seemed to prefer her.

He thought I was dead.

And he’d moved on. I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks.

I wanted to be happy for him. But it was like he’d just forgotten me. Had he ever hurt as much as I did? Did he even care that I was gone?

He’d said things to me that I didn’t think would be easily transferable to someone else. But was anything he said ever true?

Screw him.

Screw his new girlfriend.

I hoped they were happy together. I hoped they had a winter wedding and a honeymoon at the beach. I hoped they had four kids and spent summers out by the pool. I hoped they lived happily ever after.My happily ever after.I felt like it had beenstolen from me. Like Matt had stolen my dreams and put in a substitute.

How could he be so okay when I was gone?

How?

Fucking how?

I started choking on my sobs.

Well, fine. He could have my happily ever after with someone new. I didn’t want it anymore. Not with Matt. Not here. I didn’t want any of it.

But…I didn’t move. I just kept staring at him betraying me.

He was supposed to wait for me.

I'd waited for him. I’d wait a lifetime for him.

I’d had temptation and I didn’t give in. He’d given in. Who knew how many times. And despite what he said, he was the liar. Not me. I meant every promise I’d made to him. I meant it. I was here because I loved him. When did he stop loving me?

Was it after the pudding prank?

Was he relieved I was dead?

How could he be? I still fucking loved him.

I wiped the tears off my cheeks.

Good for him. He never had to hurt like I did. He never had to suffer. Because he was Empire High’s golden boy. He got everything he wanted handed to him on a silver platter. And he didn’t want me anymore. Maybe he never did. That’s how it felt. Like he never cared at all.

I heard her start moaning again.

Again? Seriously? They’d just banged. I couldn’t look. I couldn’t listen.