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.
Caleb didn't answer. He held the phone stiffly and looked at me with dark eyes. Old me would have thrown a fit, made him recite the boyfriend rules, then snatched his phone and hung up. But now I stared for a few seconds and looked away.
The phone finally stopped ringing. Caleb, could you walk me back to my dorm? Madison said it in such a pitiful way. Not going to control me anymore, is that it?
Caleb said and already walked towards Madison. I said nothing. I just stared coldly at the number above his head. Seven.
Behind him I saw a guy walk- That's definitely the most handsome guy I have ever since. The massive number Caleb just lost was now hovering above this guy. Fate had played one hell of a joke on me.
Ever since I could remember, I'd been able to see numbers above people's heads. heads. Later, I understood. They were the number of times I had left to meet that Dad could stay with me until I was 88. Mom could stay with me until I was 89. And the pretty boy who lived next door, could stay with me until we were old. Because the
number above his head was so, so long. Longer than everyone else's numbers When I was five, I asked Caleb,