His Lying Mate

Chapter 3

Jared

Even before Jared knocked, the door opened, and the girl from his nightmares appeared. Her eyes were serious, and when the street light lit them, pools of dark and light blue started swimming in them. Her lips were pulled in a thin line. She knew why he was here.

Amely quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him inside. She closed the door behind him and stared.

Jared's heart was clenching in negative emotions. So many things went through his body when he saw her. But one thing topped them all—contempt. He opened his mouth to say something, but she interrupted him.

"We need to talk," she said, and her big eyes fixed on him with certainty that put him on edge and ticked him even more.

Jared barely kept his surprise from showing on his face. Even in situations like this, she still remained confident and strong. So impudent. Amely had always been the one pulling the strings and deciding when and what happened.

He followed her to the living room and realized how big the place actually was when it was not packed with drunk people. However, he didn't let his eyes roam, he wasn't here for that.

When Amely stood in front of him, her friend also entered the room, looking as calm as ever. What was she doing here? Had she come to listen and find a new topic to gossip about with Amely later? Why? He was sure they always shared everything with each other, either way. They were together all the time.

Jared cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

Realizing he was waiting for Amely to begin, he mentally slapped himself. He was making a mistake. He came here to be the one talking, not she.

"How could you..." he began through clenched teeth. "How could you go to the police and insinuate that I did something to Maria?! What kind of person do you think I am?! No, what kind of person are you?!" he seethed and straightened his back, standing on his full height.

Amely's eyes were glued to him, but now, they became teary and a tiny part of their confidence disappeared. She touched her forearm as if to protect herself. Jared felt like laughing. For once, she was speechless and didn't have anything to say.

"Aren't you going to say something?!" he bellowed, and a vein started to throb on his neck. His nerves were about to blow up.

"I... I'm sorry, Jared," she said and looked at the ground.

Jared glared at her and swallowed bitterly. It was always like this with her. When he wanted to have a serious conversation, Amely put walls around herself and avoided his eyes. And now, she had even brought Mila in.

So that was her answer. Why did he even bother?

He scoffed and whirled around, ready to leave. It was no use. He had no business here. He had never had a place in her house or in her life.

It was about time Jared let go of everything; let go of her and move out of this hellhole. This war was over, and he had to accept he had lost. It was time for a new beginning. He was going to forget all the ache and longing he had experienced through his life here and this toxic relationship with a heartless woman.

"Stop." Mila's voice echoed through the room, and Jared twisted to look at her. Who the fuck did she think she was? Amely's speaker in emergencies? This was preposterous.

Mila stepped in front of his... ex... or whatever Amely was, and raised her chin, her black wavy hair falling around her shoulders. Jared huffed. Why was she butting in now?

A small grimace started twitching on his lips, and he continued walking towards the door, determined to cut all ties with this town and the people in it.