Haunted By The Girl He Disowned Chapter 2

I calmly shifted my gaze away.

I hadn’t exactly lied. Three years was a lifetime; we were strangers now.

More to the point, Cole had made his boundaries clear back then. I wasn’t even allowed to speak his name.

The party wrapped up. Cole walked toward the exit with Gabe.

As he passed me, he turned his head and gave me a long, deliberate look. I maintained the expression of a polite stranger, not even lifting my eyes.

Only after the two men left did the atmosphere in the room lighten up again. Gossip about Cole Grayson immediately resurfaced.

When someone mentioned his fiancée, a colleague sighed.

“Blythe Prescott. The trust fund baby. The only thing she’s ever struggled with is deciding on a coffee order.”

“Born with a silver spoon, and Cole’s childhood sweetheart to boot. The diamond in her engagement ring alone is terrifyingly expensive, not to mention the fleet of gifts he’s been showering her with.”

“Little bird told me this, so don’t quote me,” a voice lowered conspiratorially, “but apparently, Cole once dated a poor girl for two years. He cut her off the very next day, just because she made the precious Miss Prescott cry once.”

“Two years just gone? That brutal?”

“Brutal? I heard that to appease Blythe, he even made sure the girl was run out of Westwood. But honestly, the girl came from nothing, had a bad reputation anyway. She was probably just after his money.”

A chorus of sighs followed.

I lowered my eyes, hearing the fragments of their conversation.

The rumors were half-truths. It was true that Cole broke up with me because of Blythe.

But he didn't throw a tantrum that day, and he certainly didn't run me out of town. He simply decided I was beneath him, flew abroad, and never even looked at me again. Two years of my life ended with a humiliating voicemail.

I couldn’t listen anymore. As I picked up my bag to leave, I heard someone ask,

“Two years. Didn’t he feel any regret at all?”