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Chapter 55

Author: N-Victory
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-05 16:14:26

TESSA.

I woke up the next morning to the faint light slipping through my curtains. My phone was right beside me on the bed, the screen dark. I picked it up and pressed the button. Nothing. No message. No call. Not even a missed one.

My chest tightened.

I sat up slowly, staring at the blank screen, wondering if maybe it would light up if I just waited. But it didn’t. It stayed quiet, the same way he did.

Jaxson hadn’t texted. Not once.

A bitter laugh slipped out before I could stop it. Of course, he didn’t. This wasn’t new. He did this before, disappeared for days like my feelings didn’t matter. But this time felt worse. Maybe because I actually believed him when he said I could trust him.

I threw the phone back on the bed and pressed my hands over my face. I could still feel the dull ache in my chest from last night. I told myself I wouldn’t let him do this to me again. I wouldn’t sit here waiting for someone who clearly didn’t care enough to stay.

He could have called.

He could have
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