Hazel's POV
The bouquet of roses he had given me lay wilting on the cold floor. The soft red petals were crushed beyond saving, and two sets of footprints, one small and one large, were clearly pressed into the broken stems.
Just then, my phone lit up again.
It was a message from Bryce.
Bryce: An emergency came up, so we left first. Take a taxi home yourself.
Faced with the risk of being caught by cameras, he hadn’t paused for even a second before fleeing with Madison and Layla, leaving me behind without a second thought.
Not too long ago, I foolishly thought he might not be a total lost cause, all because of a bunch of flowers. But Bryce had never had a real place for me in his heart. Not even for one moment.
From the beginning, he’d been completely calculative, using me any time
