Chapter 3

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Shattered Hearts and a Midnight Rescue

Michael’s POV:

I wait eagerly and nervously. I tried calling her, but she didn’t pick up. No worries, she will come, I tell myself. But now it’s getting late, almost night, and she hasn’t come yet.
I’m worried for her but also hurt that she didn’t show up.

I glance at the time; it’s too late. The café will close in an hour. So, I decided to leave and go to her house. I approach the counter and tell the guy to make my bill. Everyone knows that I’m going to propose to my girlfriend. I had arranged something special here, and they did a great job. But when my eyes meet those beautiful green ones, I instantly recognize her.

She gives me a small smile, but I keep a blank expression. I notice she’s wearing an apron with a badge that says “Lilly Carter.” So, she works here. I pay and leave.

Now I’m driving fast, thinking of Alice. I just hope she’s fine. I’ve tried calling her a million times, but it keeps ringing. I’m more than worried now, and my heart is pounding hard. Finally, I reach her house within 45 minutes. I park my car outside the gate. She comes from a rich family; both her parents run their own businesses, so their house is pretty huge. The guard recognizes me and lets me in. I walk inside, entering the passcode I know by heart.

As I step in, I notice two cups of coffee on the center table and a cigarette butt next to them. Alice doesn’t smoke, I know that. I slowly walk up to her room. I can hear noises, and her door is slightly ajar.
I push it open slowly and nearly collapse at the scene in front of me.

She’s having sex with a man, none other than Mr. Colton. My world comes crashing down. Tears flood my eyes, and everything around me stops moving.

“Alice…” I whisper as tears roll down my cheeks.

They freeze, horrified.

“Baby, I can explain!” she says, jumping off him and grabbing her top from the floor to wear it.

He also stands up, putting on his clothes. She tries to come closer to me, but I raise my hand.

“Don’t you dare come near me,” I say, my voice, filled with pain.

“Please, just give me a chance to explain!” she pleads, tears welling up in her eyes.

“What do you want to say?” I ask softly, my heart aching.

“Colton, please give me a minute,” she tells him. He nods, smirking at me before walking out.

“See, he offered me a higher position in the company, and I couldn’t say no. I don’t want to be your assistant for my whole life. He asked for just one night, so I agreed,” she says in one breath, looking into my eyes with a cold face.

My heart breaks completely. My tears dry up; words fail me.
“Why are you crying? It’s just one night. Come on, Michael, don’t overreact,” she says, crossing her arms.

I stand there, speechless. Seriously? Is this the woman I’ve been madly in love with? She has no guilt, no remorse and here I am, shattered beyond repair. I reach into my pocket and pull out the ring I brought for her.

“I was going to propose to you tonight,” I say, staring at the ring in my palm.

“Oh, how sweet. It’s beautiful,” she says with a smile, reaching to take it.

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