Drew Simmons burst into the room and pulled me into his arms.
A hug that used to mean nothing—and now it made my stomach turn.
"Willow, I couldn't reach you. You scared me half to death."
"I sent you a hundred messages, called you a hundred times, and you were just gone."
"Willow, don't do this. Don't shut me out."
The whole devoted-boyfriend act—I didn't know whether to laugh or gag.
I pushed him away without letting my face betray anything. Every point of contact between us made me feel sick.
"Willow, just let me explain—"
Crack.
My hand was already across his face, a red mark blooming on his cheek.
"Why did you lie to me, Drew?"
"You're the richest family's only son, and you played poor to trick me. Did you think I was stupid?"
He reached up to wipe my tears, and only then did I realize they were already streaming down my face.
"You got Zelda Harding pregnant. Why did you keep coming back to me?"
"I scrimped and saved every cent so we could get married sooner, and you made me look like a fool!"
I was shaking with rage.
The tenderness in Drew's eyes vanished. What replaced it was cold, flat impatience.