A woman discovers that her future husband is actually her teammate, setting off a tense game of love and regret. As their paths keep crossing, she must decide whether to fight for the relationship or walk away from the betrayal.
My phone's dead. Next time. That massive number over his head reflected in my eyes, falling fast. Finally, it dropped to nine. My heart sank, but I didn't say anything. Seeing me stare at him, Caleb's expression finally eased a little. It was Friday, and a light rain was falling.
That girl on your phone, that was Madison Reed, right? Caleb stiffened. It's from a school sports event. I forgot to delete it. We're not even together. You're always trying to control everything. I-
I went quiet. Looking at the nine above his head, the ache in my chest somehow faded. I was just asking. I wasn't planning to control him anymore. It was just the first time I realized the road from the athletic complex back to the apartment was this long.
After all, I already knew Caleb and I had no future. Of course I had no right to control him. You know damn well whether you were just asking. Ever since we were kids, I haven't even had a female friend around me.
But he used to just go along with it. It is only recently that he started pushing back then. Go ahead. I won't interfere anymore. My voice wasn't loud.
Caleb's breathing grew heavier. The veins on the hand gripping the umbrella handle stood out. He seemed about to say something. Then, his phone rang.
The name, Madison Reed, kept flashing on the screen.