Eliana’s POV
After Patrick left, I locked the door and returned to the couch, landing onto it with a heavy sigh. With his sudden appearance, he had brought back a myriad of unpleasant memories that I had long suppressed and forgotten about.
The particular memory that had triggered me had happened one night after we returned from a party. Earlier that day, both of us had an argument, but Patrick still forced me to go to the party because he didn’t want to disappoint his friend, who was the host. Both of us barely said anything to each other on the way.
When we got to the venue, he said something about having to handle a few things and then disappeared—only for me to spot him a few minutes later, rocking a lady who was obviously prettier than me. But that wasn’t what hurt the most. The m
