Chapter 2

2.

Callie spun on her heel and stormed out.

In the past, I would have immediately chased after her, grabbing her wrist and begging her to stay.

This time, I didn't move an inch.

Sensing that something was off, she paused at the doorway and gritted her teeth. "Silas, the second I walk out this door, I am never coming back."

"Okay."

I answered flatly, not even bothering to glance her way.

She slammed the door so hard the frame rattled. Moments later, the deafening roar of her engine echoed from the driveway as she sped off.

She was clearly furious, but I was done playing her lapdog.

Over the years, she had taken out all her frustrations on me.

When work went wrong, she yelled at me.

When she felt under the weather, she snapped at me.

She would even throw a fit simply because she disliked the style of my shirts.

Back then, I never understood why she was so picky about my wardrobe.

Now, every piece of the puzzle finally clicked.

Earlier in that comment section, I saw the photo she posted of her first love.

The man looked almost identical to me, sharing the exact same haircut and aesthetic.

She had never loved me for who I was. I was merely a convenient substitute for a ghost from her past.