Several hours earlier, when Mitchell received Heather’s message, he almost thought he was hallucinating.
Mitchell stared at the notification for over a minute, frozen in disbelief, before it hit him- this wasn’t a dream.
He didn’t even open the message right away. His heart swelled with hope, imagining that perhaps Heather had forgiven him. Why else woud she message him first?
He eagerly replied with several texts of his own, but all of them went unanswered, vanishing into the void. The initial joy he felt evaporated, replaced by a creeping sense of panic.
Mitchell clung to his phone, waiting. An hour passed, then two… He waited from dawn until dusk, but Heather’s reply never came.
Finally, the phone slipped from his stiff hands and crashed onto the floor, the screen. shattering into pieces.
Picking it up, Mitchell’s fingers trembled as he finally opened the message from Heather.
The moment he saw the content, his breath hitched, and an indescribable pain surged through him. That pain quickly morphed into a raging inferno of anger.
Ever since the day Heather had run into him and Bethany outside the obstetrics and gynecology clinic, Bethany had deliberately exposed their secret relationship to Heather.
Now, staring at the messages, Mitchell felt as if each one was a blade piercing his chest. Things he’d done for Bethany were now being used as weapons to hurt Heather. The agony left him gasping for air.
For the first time, Mitchell saw clearly just how much he had hurt Heather.
He couldn’t fathom how she had endured those final weeks with him after learning the truth.
If the roles were reversed, if Heather had done such things with another man, Mitchell was certain he’d have gone mad long ago.
He had loved Heather so deeply once–how had it come to this?
As the thoughts churned in his mind, Mitchell’s expression darkened.
