I Give Him All My Love, He Tortured Me With Lies

"If James hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known you were actually with someone like that!”

Logan had just been hit and turned his head slightly, but a trace of a smile crept onto his lips.

“Grace, you still say you don’t care about me?”

Grace froze, her eyes reddening with anger.

“Logan, you’re absolutely unbelievable!”

She stepped forward again, raising her hand for another slap.

But her wrist was caught easily by Logan and pulled into his arms.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his chin on her delicate shoulder.

“It’s good to have you back.”

“Don’t be mad, I’ll handle everything.”

Grace struggled gently for a moment but didn’t pull away.

The two of them looked like they belonged in some romantic TV drama.

I still went to the west side of the city to buy the little carton of coconut milk and by the time I got back to the rental house, it was already late.

Logan hadn’t brought a key and stood outside waiting for me.

When he saw me, he paused.

“I went to the apartment before I realized you moved back here again.”

I nodded and unlocked the door.

“The lease ran out. I came back here.”

The place was old and worn, with dim lighting, dirty stair rails and dust everywhere.

It wasn’t like the apartment that cost three grand a month.

“I’m being discharged today. I shouldn’t keep dragging you down.”

Logan wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“The doctor said there’s only about a month left. I don’t want treatment anymore.”

I looked down.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be cured. He’d had enough fun and was ready to cut ties. Ready to step into his new life with Grace.

I gave a faint smile.

“Alright.”

“Logan, let’s go visit the cemetery.”

The cemeteries in the city were mostly in the southern suburbs.

I’d searched for days and finally found a spot.

It had mountains at its back, water in front, a southern exposure and was lush and green. It looked peaceful.

I kind of liked it.

I signed the contract and put down a deposit of twenty thousand.

“Emily...” Logan pursed his lips, about to say something, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He glanced at the caller ID and quickly hid his expression.

“Emily, a friend needs to see me. I’ll go meet them.”

I nodded without asking questions.

Turning back toward the headstone, I knelt and took out a tissue, wiping off the dust little by little.

My parents died young. I had no relatives, no close friends.

And the only love I ever had… was never truly mine.

I was deep in thought when my phone buzzed.

It was a photo from an unknown number.

A shot of two hands intertwined. No message.

But the hand in the photo—I recognized it instantly.

That hand with its strong fingers, the one I’d held almost every day.

The back of the hand was broad. The palm was always warm.