Luke:
Few days later.
I stood outside Serena's mansion for a long moment, my hand still resting on the steering wheel.
Home no longer felt like home.
The silence inside that massive house had become unbearable, every room carrying traces of Bella that I couldn't bear to face.
Her laughter echoed in my memories, her perfume still lingered on the pillows, and every unanswered message from her only tightened the knot in my chest.
I glanced at my phone.
More missed calls.
More texts from her.
I didn't open a single one.
Every time I considered replying, the image from the bar came crashing back into my mind—Bella wrapped around another man, their lips locked together.
The memory hurt like fresh glass being driven into my heart.
I had trusted her with everything.
I never believed
