He Paid for the Wrong Heart Chapter 08

He Paid for the Wrong Heart Chapter 08

Misfortune always comes in droves.

The next day, when I went to my part-time shift at the restaurant, I was still thinking about what had happened the night before. I lost focus for one second and ended up getting Coke spilled all over

With the slap mark still lingering on my face, I looked pathetic beyond words.

The customer refused to let it go, pointing at the two tiny drops of soda on his shirt and demanding

compensation.

I was exhausted in every possible way.

When I looked up again, I saw Hayes and Serena standing not far away.

They stood shoulder to shoulder.

Anyone who saw them would have called them a perfect match.

When Serena noticed me looking, she gave a cold little snort and started to pull Hayes away.

A women’s trench coat was draped over Hayes’s wrist, and he was looking in my direction.

His gaze avoided my soaked shirt and landed instead on my face.

He pressed his lips together, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he slowly looked away.

Then he followed Serena into the private dining room.

I watched his back as he left.

Holding back the tears burning in my eyes, I forced myself to deal with everything.

When the night ended, the manager came over and told me someone had filed a complaint about

He had no choice but to let me go.

“It was a girl,” he said. “Looked about your age. How did you manage to offend her?”

I lowered my head and did not answer.

That night, I missed the last bus.

Standing in the cold wind, I scrolled through my phone and saw Serena’s Instagram post

It was a photo of her and Hayes by the ocean.

She leaned against him, his jacket draped over her shoulders, looking shy and sweet.

The caption was simple.

Serena: [Finally with him!]

My eyes stayed on that post for a long time.

So long that my vision started to blur.

Right then, a message from Hayes popped up at the top of my screen.

His tone was distant and businesslike.

Hayes: [I’ll have Derek bring you the check in a few days.]

I wanted to say something.

I wanted to ask him whether he had been there when Serena complained about me.

Seeing me so miserable, was he relieved he had broken things off with me in time?

Or, for the sake of those two months we had spent talking day and night, had he felt even the slightest bit sorry for me?

But in the end, I typed only one word: [Okay.]