Eve's POV
I hated Saturdays. Mostly because they reminded me a little too much of him.
I hated how the memories of him coming to pick me up from work daily with a flower bouquet as we drove to our Saturday dates stuck to me.
Even now, as I prepared to finally visit the mall and pick a few outfits for myself, I could still feel a lingering hate in my chest as I thought about the fact that he was planning his dates with her now. Savannah.
" Honey, you will be escorting me to the hospital later today. I think I'm coming down with a cold or something. It's getting quite hard to breathe. "So we can meet after you are done with your shopping," he said to me.
I struggled with the eye roll that threatened to leave me. I could not stand the sight of him and the only thing still keeping me wit
