Chapter 5

Three days later, Daniel finally showed up outside my newly rented apartment.

He looked like a ghost.

"Natalie, do you really hate me this much?"

I looked at him.

The face that used to break my heart now meant absolutely nothing to me.

"It's not hate," I said. "It's nothing."

He grabbed my wrist. "What if I told you nothing happened between me and Claire? I just felt sorry for her. I just wanted to help—"

I yanked my hand back.

"Daniel."

"You say you just wanted to help her, so you bought her a condo, a Porsche, and luxury…