Hearing My Boyfriend's Lover's Thoughts

Wasn't Hayden driving Melissa home? Could it be that they hadn't gone far?

At that moment, more of Melissa's thoughts reached me.

[Hays obviously cares for me more, considering how he can't bear the idea of even a drop of rain getting on me. As for Selina? Ha! She can continue standing in the rain! Serves her right! I'm sure she'll lose her mind when she sees my lipstick smeared across Hays' collar!]

A cold breeze swept past me, chilling me to the bone. My head buzzed.

I thought back to years ago, when Hayden first started his career. At the time, I spent three entire months eating nothing but plain bread with him, saving money to help him pay off his debts.

When he suffered from gastritis, I searched the entire city in the middle of the night for a pharmacy that was open to buy him medicine.

When his parents fell ill, I was the one who took care of them and handled all the dirty work. Not once did Hayden help out or spend the night by their bedside, looking after them.

He kept saying that Melissa was just a really good friend, one of the boys, and I had always believed him. I believed that he was just incredibly loyal to her as a friend, that he was just busy, and that he would always return home to me.

I believed that three years of effort and devoting myself to him wholeheartedly would earn me at least a modicum of sincerity from him.

Even when he came to see me less and less, even when he remembered all of Melissa's likes and dislikes but forgot that I was allergic to mangoes, even when he spent the day by his "friend's" bedside on our anniversary, I still believed in him.

I made excuses for him, lying to myself over and over again, until I finally carved myself into an understanding figure in his eyes.

And then I started to hear Melissa's wicked gloating.

I called Hayden's number again while I walked around in search of his car.

"Where are you?"

"Didn't I tell you that I'm taking Mel home?" Hayden replied impatiently.

Melissa's thoughts came to me immediately.

[This woman is so troublesome. But then, in the car earlier…]

The thoughts paused briefly, taking on a hint of satisfaction.

[Hays' lips were so soft…]

At last, in a corner of the hotel's underground parking lot, I watched from afar as Hayden headed toward the lift with his arm around Melissa's waist.

My hand holding the phone trembled faintly, and it took everything I had to sound calm. "Yeah. Have you reached her home yet?"

The call ended abruptly. I stared as the lift doors closed, and the number on the elevator panel climbed higher.

A few seconds later, it finally stopped on the 6th floor.