He Thought I Loved Him, I Only Loved His Face Chapter 11

He Thought I Loved Him, I Only Loved His Face Chapter 11

Piper stood there watching Rowan’s back disappear. Her face went from red to white.

She crushed the medical form into a tight ball and hurled it into the trash.

Venom flashed through her eyes. Gone in an instant.

Rowan raced home. Blew through several red lights.

Running upstairs, he missed a step and tumbled down the whole flight.

Pain shot through his knee. It snapped him momentarily lucid.

He didn’t care. He scrambled up and kept running.

The room was cold.

Maya’s favorite jasmine candle wasn’t lit. That never happened.

Rowan felt the wrongness in his bones.

He looked around. So many things were missing.

All her things. Gone.

The little teddy bear on her nightstand. That photo she treasured. Gone.

Rowan yanked open the closet. The drawers.

Empty.

Travel?

Who takes everything for travel?

Was she never planning to come back?

The possibility hit him. His face drained of color.

She had loved him so much. Not long ago.

When did she stop caring?

He retraced everything. Her birthday. Alone. The shattered snow globe. The canceled trip.

He had actually been willing to go with her.

How did it end up like this?

Rowan stood there, head bowed, tall frame suddenly looking brittle.

Her face kept appearing in his mind. All the moments from the past weeks.

He pulled out his phone and tried sending her another message.

A notification pinged.

His heart jumped. He checked.

Not a reply. A rejection notice.

The entire afternoon passed. She never took him off the blacklist.

His unease deepened.

But he saw her leave. She took so many of “his” things with her.

She loved him that much. How could she leave for good?

Rowan shook his head. Rejected the absurd thought.

His phone rang.

He snatched it up. “Why didn’t you call sooner? Where are you?”

“Rowan, what is wrong with you today?”

Piper’s voice.

Rowan’s brow furrowed. Exhaustion flooded his voice.

“It’s nothing. Work is crazy. I’m tired.”

He hung up before she could speak again. Collapsed onto the bed.

When he woke, it was noon the next day.

Out of habit, he called out, “Maya.”

Silence.

Then it hit him. She was gone.