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I’ve fallen in love with him, and I just can’t face any of the Atwood’s right now. Well, except for Anya. She’s kind of my rock right now.

I continue to cry and shut off my phone. I don’t want to deal with anybody. Especially Lake. Ugh. When I think about what that monster’s done, I get so angry.

How did he even know?

I leave the bathroom, telling Anya I’ll text her once I land back in Saint Pierce. I just can’t wait to be home in my bed in Magnolia Ridge. Away from the Atwood’s. And Lake.

As I rush to the elevator, hoping nobody spots me in my great escape, I run smack into Lake Spriggs.

The monster.

“What do you want?” I ask him, pushing the elevator button, hoping it’ll come quicker.

“Willow, I didn’t mean to embarrass you…”

I cut in, “But you did.”

“I only wanted to let everyone know that that fake relationship was fake. Nobody’s that happy in love all the time.”

I cross my arms over my chest. Where is the elevator? “Well, you did.”

He reaches his hand out to touch me in some way, but then must think better of it. “I’m sorry. I care about you, Willow. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted you to see what we have is real. Not fake. Brock doesn’t care about you. Not like I do.”

I swipe at a tear. “I know he doesn’t. No need to rub it in.”

Lake’s face appears surprised. “Wait. You don’t have feelings for him, do you?” He scoffs at the idea, like it’s all some big fucking joke. “No, I don’t have feelings for him. I can’t stand him, actually. I don’t like either one of you,” I shout at him.

Brock’s standing there when I’m done yelling, and his eyes are wide. Almost like they’re hurt. “Feelings mutual. Are you getting back with him now?” he asks, jabbing a thumb over in Lake’s direction.

I’m frustrated. I’m so upset, and I don’t even know who I’m more mad at. Lake or Brock. I’m mad at Lake for ruining everything, and I’m mad at Brock for not feeling the same way as me.

But he doesn’t, so I lash out.

“Brock, it’s none of your business who I get together with.” I cross my arms. “And Lake, fuck off. I don’t even know how you knew the whole thing was fake anyways.”

“I overheard the two of you.” Lake’s smug expression pisses me off, and I wind back my fist and punch him square in the nose.

My hand erupts into pain, and I bring it closer to me, cradling it. “Leave me alone,” I say to Brock as he steps closer to assess the damage.

The elevator doors dings open, and I step inside, and let the doors shut, leaving both Brock and Lake to deal with each other.

I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing this whole nightmare was over. But I don’t think it ever will be. I’m in love with a man who doesn’t love me back.

Chapter 28

Brock

I watch Willow disappear with the elevator and turn my attention to Lake. I narrow my eyes at him and he steps back, holding his hands up.

“I simply told the truth, you can’t be pissed at me for that,” he rushes out.

I scoff and take a step closer. “The truth is you’re a selfish, narcissistic asshole who finds pleasure in hurting Willow time and time again. She might hate me, but it’s not because of the way I treated her, because I worshipped her and she knows it. I got a glimpse of what you tossed aside and had her screaming my name over and over.” I take another step closer and crack my knuckles. “You don’t want her, but you want her to want you. It’s fucking sick and to bring it to the attention of everyone during Paxton’s wedding just proves how fucked up you really are. You ruined his wedding and you hurt Willow again. I’m gonna give you to the count of three to get the fuck out of here or you’ll be begging to only feel the sting from Willow’s punch.”

His eyes widen and he runs to the exit before I even start counting.

Fucking pussy.

I turn and my eyes land on the elevator. She said she hates me and doesn’t have feelings for me. It’s more painful than it should be. I let my heart get involved while she clearly kept her’s protected.