Second Love [Completed]

6. I'm nothing for him Anymore.

Megan Fox as Susan Marie Joseph
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Susan's P.O.V.

I'm on my way to Liam's apartment to collect Lisa's things. The city building blur past the windshield, my mind too clouded with frustration to focus on anything else. Lisa sits beside me, her phone pressed to her ear, deep in conversation with her boss, Sean. I don't even have to hear his voice to roll my eyes. That man is insufferable. Arrogant. A flirt. The way he hovers over Lisa under the guise of professionalism makes my skin crawl.

Lisa suddenly pulls me back to reality.

"Wait a minute, Susan... how was your anniversary yesterday?"

God, why is she asking me that now? I grip the steering wheel tighter.

"It was great. We had loads of fun, you know." The lie rolls off my tongue with practiced ease. I don't like discussing personal matters, especially when they sting this much.

Lisa isn't convinced. She never is.

"Really? Is that so?" Her voice drips with sarcasm. "Then explain why I found this on your bedside table."

Lisa pulled out a crumpled note from her bag—Adrian's lazy apology scribbled in his usual rushed handwriting. Lisa hands me a note I scan the words, and against my better judgment, my heart softens. I forgive him instantly. I always do. I can never stay mad at him. But forgiveness doesn't erase the damage. It doesn't mean he gets away with it.

Not this time.

My stomach twisted.

"Lisa, why do you have that?"

"Because I found it on your bedside table this morning. Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

I inhaled deeply, my throat tightening. "He forgot, okay?"

Lisa was silent for a moment. "Of course he did," she muttered, shaking her head. "Susan, why do you keep doing this to yourself?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Doing what?"

"Making excuses for him. Acting like it doesn't hurt when it obviously does."

I kept my eyes on the road. "It's not that simple, Lisa."

I stare at the road ahead, my vision blurring for a split second. "I don't know, Lisa... it's been happening for a while now. It's like I'm invisible to him. Like I don't matter anymore." My voice cracks, and before I can stop them, the tears return, hot and unwelcome. "I just... I just need his time. His love. His attention. You know me—I'll never say these things to his face."

Lisa doesn't push, doesn't tell me I should. Instead, she reaches over and squeezes my hand.

"It is simple if you ask me," she argued. "He either makes you a priority, or he doesn't. And last night? He didn't."

The truth of her words sliced through me. I hated how easily she could see through my carefully constructed walls. How was it that the person who should have known me best—Adrian—didn't see what Lisa saw so clearly?

Lisa exhaled and then turned to me, her expression softening. "You need a reset. A real one. Let's go to Aspen."

I frowned, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Aspen? Lisa, I don't know..."

"Yes, Aspen! Think about it," she insisted, turning in her seat to face me. "A week in the mountains, fresh air, skiing, spas. No men, no heartbreak, just you and me having an amazing time."