I wasn't supposed to be there.
I came back to the hotel early, heart fluttering with stupid hope. I had this idea in my head_ that maybe tonight will be different. That maybe he'd finally say the words I'd be waiting for, not just show them in half_ hearted touches and almost- promises.
But Fate had other plans.
The door to his suit was cracked open .
And through that narrow space....I saw everything.
A woman _ tall, gorgeous, familiar in a way I didn't want to admit_ curled to him like she belonged there. Her hands on his chest. His arms around her waist . Lips brushing his temple , then his mouth.
My breath caught, but I didn't make a sound.
I stood there ,frozen, letting the scene burn itself into my memory.
The way she smiled like she knew she'd won.
I backed away slowly. Quietly. Like if I made a voice, it will all collapse_ like I would collapse.
I didn't wait for explanation,. Didn't give him the chance to lie.
I just left.
Because whatever that was, it wasn't love. Not the kind that stays faithful. Not the kind that means forever.
And maybe I was fool for believing it ever was.
SIENNA (Present)
I blinked at the celling, my throat dry, my chest tight.
It has been six years since that night, and yet the memories still clung to me like it had just happened yesterday. No matter how many times I tried to forget, it always found a way to creep back in.
I saw him, I saw them.
People say you should never trust your eyes more than your heart, but what happens when they show you two different things? When your heart says he loved you and your eyes watched him kiss someone else.
I wasn't the kind of girl who stayed after betrayal. I walked away. I always did. I left before the pain could crave itself in too deep.
But this one? Damian ? He never fully left me.
Even now, lying in bed, staring into nothing, I could still feel his voice in the back of my mind. The softness he used only with me. The way he'd look at me as if I was the only person in the room.
I hated that my heart still remembered.
That part of me still wondered.....why?
Why did he do it? Why didn't he come after me?
Maybe because he didn't love me the way I loved him. Maybe because I was always more invested. Maybe because everything we had was one sided, and I just never saw it.
Or maybe.... maybe he really had loved me _ and that made the betrayal worse.
I sat up, brushing the hair from my face, suddenly suffocating under the weight of it. The silence. The doubt. The fact that tonight I had to look him in the eye again and pretend I wasn't still angry, still broken, still burning from a memory I couldn't seem to erase.
I told myself I was over him.
But if that were true..... Why did seeing him again feels like being cracked open?