TRISHA'S POV
The restaurant was alive with screams from kids and laughter from couples, the atmosphere buzzed
with the joy of the New Year, but I felt none of it.
I sat alone at a corner table, my hands wrapped around a cup of untouched coffee, my eyes scanning the entrance again.
Still no sign of Nolan. Had he forgotten we were supposed to be together today?
I exhaled sharply, glancing at my phone for what must have been the hundredth time.
No text. No call. Nothing.
The message thread was still the same; my last few texts were unanswered, and my calls were ignored.
But I already knew, didn’t I?
I knew where he was.
With Rubby begging like the miserable fool that he was.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. How pathetic was I? Sitting here on New Year's waiting for a man who had ne
