Page 34 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

I eyed her suspiciously. “What am I supposed to have seen?”

“Fuck, I don’t want to be the one to show you this.”

“Sam, you’re scaring me now. What the hell is happening?”

She sighed before handing the phone to me. I had already caught a glimpse of Greg’s familiar stature before taking the phone from her. Next to him was a woman I had never seen before.

I read the caption:They say old wounds heal with time. Guess this wound was not deep enough. I am actually glad that door closed. It allowed me to find the true love of my life. One who will not walk away.

I scoffed as I handed the phone back. “So what? He’s moved on, and so have I.” I swallowed, fighting back the tears that stung my eyes, denying their existence. “Am I supposed to be moved by a couple of refurbished quotes? I’ve got a life to live.”

Sam just stood there, the pity in her eyes telling me that she was not buying my bullshit.

I shrugged. “I at least hope he treats this one with some respect . . .” I trailed off, the tears breaking through my barricade and spilling forcefully down my cheeks.

I tried to speak, to continue to say how much I didn’t care until maybe it came true. But as I opened my mouth, all that came out were wails. And the next thing I knew, I was on the floor, cradled in Sam’s arms as denial gave way and reality hit me like an earthquake.

“I love him. Why the hell do I still love him?” I screamed, my chest tightening and throat aching. I had never felt such pain in my life. It felt like my heart was being ripped from my soul—an inward kind of pain that seemed impossible to soothe. “It hurts so much, Sam. I can’t fucking take it.”

“It’s okay, baby. You’re going to be all right.” I could sense her struggling not to cry, and I felt bad because I had let love turn me into a burden.

But the tears would not stop, and my heart would not stop throbbing painfully. I cried so much that time passed like the flipping of a page, and my head began to hurt as well.

And the worst part was that in all of that, with all I had been through, the only thing I wanted was to be wrapped in Greg’s arms. The old Greg, the Greg who would send me sweet texts in the morning and visit me at work in the afternoon, then take me out to sit under the stars in the evening. The Greg who made my life seem like a fairytale, the Greg whose kiss would light up every vein in my body, whose touch would send me floating.

The Greg who never truly existed.

Sam stayed with me until I stopped crying. She led me to the sitting room and helped me to a couch. “Let me get you some water.” She rushed to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water.

I took it and nodded in appreciation. I still couldn’t find my voice. I drank the water. It felt weird rather than refreshing, but I continued drinking to soothe my throat.

“You’ll get over this, Olivia. I promise you that.”

I looked up at her, a languid sigh escaping my nostrils. “But what if I don’t, Sam?” My voice was hoarse, and it hurt to talk. “What if I’m just going to keep lying to myself until he does something else to make me realize how much of a fool I really am?”

She sat down beside me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “You are a lot of things, Oly, but a fool isn’t one of them. You will find peace eventually, and maybe someone new.”

I heard my ringtone blaring from upstairs. “I’ll get that,” she said before hurrying upstairs.

I sat in silence, struggling against my wandering thoughts. I knew it was already too late to patch things up with Greg, yet I couldn’t wrap my head around why I felt the need to fix it.

It was as if I wanted to atone for my sins.

What if he’s just trying to call my attention? There’s no way a person could move on so fast. Maybe if I at least called him . . .

“It’s Lex. He wanted to know how you’re doing. Apparently, he heard the news too,” Sam’s voice ripped me away from my thoughts.

Alexander, he was a good man. Beautiful, attentive, funny, smart. But he was no Greg.

“What did you tell him?” I asked.

“That you’re a fucking mess,” Sam replied.

“And what did he say after that?”

“Nothing, he hung up. He’s probably going to come around after work.”

I nodded.

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