Chapter 4
To survive, I forced my pain–ridden body to search every inch of the house for a key.
The doors were locked. Nathan had stocked the fridge with enough food to last for days. A small sticky note was stuck to the door.
“Eat on time, take care of yourself, and wait for me!”
I sneered, crumpling the note and tossing it into the trash.
What kind of joke was this? Did he really think this so–called love would move me? Even a stray dog wouldn’t want it!
Even after searching for hours, I never found a key, but I discovered one of Nathan’s old phones.
There was no SIM card inside, but I could still access his text messages.
Nathan and Trinity had been talking nearly every day.
At first, Trinity had the decency to treat him as her future brother–in–law. But after one night, when they crossed the line, everything changed.
Nathan had been filled with guilt, repeatedly messaging her, “I’m sorry. I was drunk. I thought you were Tegan. Trinny, please… don’t tell your sister about this, okay?”
Trinity had sent a voice message, sniffling as she said, “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have fallen for you. But if I have to marry someone I don’t love, I’d rather give my first time to you instead.”
Nathan, overwhelmed with guilt, had started sending her large sums of money.
Later, while cleaning up, he had stumbled across an emerald pendant Trinity had dropped.
When he had asked her about it, she had told him her story, and he had become convinced that she was the one who had saved his life years ago.
From that moment on, he had treated her even better.
In that sickly sweet voice of hers, Trinity had whined, “I love you. I don’t want to address you so formally. Can I call you Nate? Don’t worry, I’ll keep my feelings to myself. I’d never come between you and Tegan.”
Nathan had sighed, his voice filled with helpless affection. “Silly, I love Tegan. I don’t want to hurt you. You’ll find someone who truly loves you someday.”
On my birthday, Nathan had stayed with Trinity to cut her cake first. Then, just before midnight, he had rushed back to our house to celebrate with me.
Trinity hadn’t wanted to let him go. He had comforted her patiently. “I’ll celebrate with your sister tonight, and tomorrow, I’ll take you on a trip.”
At dawn the next day, while I had still been fast asleep, he had taken Trinity on a private jet with a top–tier medical team to the very island I had once dreamed of visiting.
Once, all Trinity had said was, “Nate, I want to drink the milkshake from Westfield, but they don’t do delivery.”
