The sound of the door closing behind Scarlett echoes through my apartment like a gunshot. Three hours have passed since she left to "clear her head," but it feels like three lifetimes. Each minute stretches endlessly as my mind races through every terrible possibility.
She's going back to him. She's going to accept Alistair's proposal. She's going to choose billions of dollars over whatever this is between us.
I pace the living room, my footsteps wearing a path in the carpet. The silence is suffocating. My phone sits on the coffee table, mocking me with its stillness. Should I call her? Should I give her space? Should I beg?
The thought of begging makes my stomach turn, but the thought of losing her makes it worse.
When I hear her key in the lock, my heart stops. This is it. This is where she tells me she's chosen him. That I was just a placeholder until something better came along.
Just like Chloe.
