His First Love Returned, and He Quickly Distanced Himself from Me, Claiming I Was Just a Little Sister–Fine, I’ll Accept It.
At 3 a.m., I reached for my underwear in the back seat and slipped it on.
Liam Carter lit a cigarette, the glow faintly illuminating his face.
“Don’t come to pick me up anymore,” he said
“Why?” I asked, startled.
He smiled softly, a mix of tenderness and guilt.
“Nina’s coming back. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.”
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The ache in my legs was unbearable.
Liam had always been like this–no matter how often we saw each other, he never
seemed to hold back.
Tonight was no exception. He didn’t even wait until we got out of the car.
I leaned against the seat, still sore, and picked up my underwear from the back seat.
Liam lit a cigarette and blew smoke into the cold night air, the embers glowing faintly in
the dark.
“Don’t come to pick me up anymore,” he said again.
I froze for a moment.
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Liam’s hand had a disability, which meant he couldn’t drive. He always refused to hire a driver, saying he couldn’t stand having strangers in his car.
For
seven years, I’d been the one driving him everywhere.
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Liam’s hand had a disability, which meant he couldn’t drive. He always refused to hire a driver, saying he couldn’t stand having strangers in his car.
For seven years, I’d been the one driving him everywhere.
The cigarette’s glow flickered in the dark like a distant star.
“Nina’s coming back,” he explained. “I don’t want her to misunderstand.”
My chest tightened, my heart missing a beat.
I wasn’t unfamiliar with that name. In fact, it was etched into my memory, a name both
familiar and haunting.
In Liam’s 30 years of life, Nina had been a constant presence, dominating most of his
past.
She wasn’t just a name–she was his first love, his everything.
Or, as some might say, his “impossible dream.”
The night was silent, but I felt like I was suffocating, like a rat trapped under the blazing
sun with nowhere to hide.
My hands trembled as I fumbled with the keys, trying to start the car. The sound of my own shaky breaths embarrassed me.
“I’ll drive you home,” I said, my voice unsteady.
“No need,” Liam replied curtly. “I’ve called for a driver.”
Through the car window, I saw a man waiting outside. He must have been the driver Liam
had called.
For the first time, I felt like an outsider. An extra.
Liam transferred me a generous sum for the ride home.
“I’m heading south,” he said. “It’s not on the way. You should just get a cab.”
“And…”
He paused, hesitating for a moment before continuing.
“The house on Maple Street–it’s yours now. Stay as long as you like.”
I wanted to laugh. Was this his way of paying me off? A breakup fee, perhaps?
But then I remembered: we never even had a real beginning.
The cold night wind stung my face.
Maybe he noticed how pale I looked, because Liam rolled down the window and asked, “Are you feeling okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
I shook my head and pressed the house keys back into his hand.
He looked surprised, his expression unreadable.
Forcing a smile, I said, “The house is too far from work. If you’re not going to live there, then I don’t see the point either.”
“Time’s precious for someone like me, you know–a working class nobody.”
I turned around, hoping to leave with at least a shred of dignity.
But as soon as I took a step, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
They reached my lips–bitter and salty.
Behind me, Liam called out, “Emma.”
I stopped, my heart betraying me with a flicker of hope.
“Don’t hesitate to reach out if you ever need help,” he said. “I’ve always thought of you as
a little sister.”
A sister.
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Seven years ago, I left everything behind–my family, my hometown–to follow Liam to
Ravenwood.
I stood by his side through every triumph and failure, pouring all of myself into him.
And now, after everything, he told me he only ever saw me as a sister.
Of course.
Liam’s heart had always belonged to Nina.
From the very beginning, this seven–year–long relationship had been nothing but a one–sided fantasy.
A secret affair that had only ever existed in my own imagination.
