You Only Loved The Version Of Me That Needed Nothing Chapter 13

You Only Loved The Version Of Me That Needed Nothing Chapter 13

The wedding wound down, and by the time everything had 

been packed up, it was late into the night. I was so exhausted I could barely stand. Arthur half walked me, practically carrying 

me toward the car. 

I didn’t expect to see Julian. He looked ruined – shirt 

wrinkled and untucked like he’d been sitting in a car for hours. 

Dark circles under his eyes. His knuckles were bruised and 

bleeding. 

“Hazel…” 

Arthur’s hand tightened on my shoulder, but that was all. He 

looked at me – not at Julian – and his eyes said one thing: 

your call. 

“Congratulations.” Julian’s voice came out raw, scraped thin. “I heard you got married.” 

I nodded the way I would to any guest. A small, polite smile – nothing more. 

“Thanks. This was just a small thing for close friends.” I kept my voice even. “We’re having the larger reception back in Northridge. You’re welcome to come.” 

Julian’s mouth opened. Closed. Something behind his expression broke and rearranged itself into something that almost passed for a smile. “Okay.” 

I didn’t say anything else. I walked past him. 

And as I did, I remembered the night I left Riverton three years ago. The driver asked where I was headed. I didn’t have an 

answer. 

All I knew was that five years of my life had gone down the wrong road. 

But I wasn’t going to look back. You can’t move forward if you’re always looking in the rearview mirror. 

And the person standing right in front of me he was the only direction I needed.