Love That Wasn't Meant to Last

Chapter 7

I had a dream that night.

"Selena will marry Hudson, and they'll be together forever and ever."

"I, Selena Norman, swear that I'll only love Hudson for the rest of my life."

"Hud, being with you is the greatest blessing of my life."

Dreams were strange things-they could bring joy or pain, and sometimes, they cruelly reminded you of everything you had lost. I could not quite explain this feeling, but that was exactly where I found myself at that moment.

When I woke up, I stared at the empty ceiling, feeling lost and confused. The memories of our happy moments still echoed in my mind, but Selena had destroyed it all with her own hands. A wave of sadness washed over me, and tears rolled down my face.

Why did Selena have to be the one who pursued me first? She promised to love me forever and swore she would only love me. Yet, she was the one who broke her words.

"Selena, I hate you," I thought to myself. "But I hate myself more for still thinking about you."

Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I buried my face in my knees. Maybe crying would help ease the pain. After all, my world would not stop turning just because one person left. Surely, I could still find a way to be okay on my own.

As I wallowed in my emotions, a woman's voice suddenly broke through."Hudson, you're finally awake."

it with embarrassment at being caught in such a state. I quickly wiped my

I saw a young woman with wavy hair and stunning features, wearing no makeup. She appeared gentle and

my tears, she looked surprised, her shock evident on her face. She asked, "Hudson, why

pathetic, so I chose to remain silent. How could I tell her I was crying over my divorce and the woman who betrayed me? How could I admit that I was the one who ended

of awkwardness before she, too, fell silent. With both of us quiet, the room's atmosphere grew uncomfortably

an unfamiliar place, covered by a thin blanket

up here? Where am I?" I asked, confused. My head

watched me with concern as I winced in pain. She handed me a glass of water

drunk last night and passed out at the bar counter. I was worried about leaving you

turned visibly red as she hurriedly added, "Hudson, don't worry-nothing happened

you're single now after divorcing Selena, and while I'd like

she said nothing had happened. It was a relief that even in my drunken state, things had

bit. I learned that she was Sylvia Zanderson, a former classmate who had been in the same

my roommates and project teammates. I was not

maybe even a bit doubtful if she was telling the truth about

you, so it's natural you wouldn't remember me,"

to make of her, but

phone to check the time, I frowned, feeling an