All Chapters of YOU WRECKED ME : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VERA'S P.O.V.Without saying a word, Hunter took my hand and led me out of the Casino.I barely had time to process what was happening before I was already being pulled out. Leaving the fading sound of laughter and music behind.All of it disappeared the second we stepped outside into the cold night air."You don't mind going home, right?" He asked while we walked, not even looking at me.I blinked at him, too stunned for words. It was nearly two in the morning. I'd spent hours drinking, laughing, playing cards, and celebrating. I was still warm from the night, still buzzing from everything that had happened.I didn't want to leave yet."Well," I muttered, "I guess I don't have a choice since you already dragged me out of there.""I didn't drag—" he stopped himself, letting out a quiet exhale. "I'm sorry."By the time we reached the car, I was watching him more carefully.He opened the door, grabbed my hips and lifted me into his car.For a moment, he just stood there between the open

VERA’S P.O.VIt had been a few days since the accident.Hunter had just been discharged from the hospital that morning.Thankfully, he was fine. No broken bones. No deep cuts. No permanent damage.Just a few scratches, a brutal migraine, a dented car, and a shattered side mirror.All of which he deserved.He had apologised so many times I’d lost count.And I still hadn’t said a single word to him.Not because I hadn’t forgiven him.Fuck—maybe I already had.That was the problem.But because I couldn’t deal with him anymore.He was exhausting, slowly sucking the life out of me.And a few nights ago, he had almost taken it completely.Right now, my phone was pressed to my ear, Hunter’s voice pouring through the speaker.“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he pleaded; it sounded like a song.A very sad, sorry song.He said it over and over.Like if he said it enough times, it would somehow erase what had happened.His voice cracked every few words.He sounded like he was crying.He also sounded drun

VERA'S P.O.VI was hurt by what Hunter said."You've dated a lot of guys since I moved here. It's hard to keep up."It hurt because of the way he said it. Like he was shaming me for it, like I couldn't live without guys and was so needy without them.It hurt because it was true.I got uncomfortable and thought about spending the rest of the day alone.Hunter watched me, struggling to avoid eye contact with him.The silence that followed was awful."Vera," he called, making me look up."You really just say anything, huh?" I spat bitterly."I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry.""How did you mean it then?"Hunter thought long, trying to give me an answer that wouldn't upset me even more."All the guys you've dated, they're all the same. Yes—they have different appearances, but they all have the same agenda. Aren't you tired of dating guys that don't value you?""That don't value me?" I repeated in disbelief.My face burned red with fury. What gave him the right to talk to me like that

VERA’S P.O.VSunlight flooded the entire reception through the floor-to-ceiling glass panels, turning the entire front of the building into a wall of light.The guy opposite me has a pair of sunglasses on, shielding his eyes from the glare.His legs were crossed, and his arms relaxed on the armrest.We had been seated for the past thirty minutes, waiting for the receptionist to call us in.And at last, she did.“Miss Haven’s, Mr Cessaire?” She finally called, making both of us sit up. “You can proceed to the administration office in just a moment, please.”I sighed, setting my handbag in the seat next to me.My phone buzzed, and I searched my bag to get it.Ellie was calling. I answered, whispering into the speaker.“You can’t call me now, Ellie,” I hissed sharply. “I could have been in an interview.”“I am so sorry, I just wanted to wish you good luck. I’ll text you.”“Thank you,” I smiled, ending the call, hoping the receptionist didn’t notice me.When I looked up, sunglasses guy w

VERA'S P.O.V"Good morning, Vera."I tore my eyes away from my laptop, looking up at the speaker.It was Charles, wearing his sunglasses to shield his very sensitive eyes."Hey Charles," I greeted him, offering a small smile.He leaned forward, gently placing a huge cup on my desk."What's this?" I asked, a brow lifting."I got you an iced coffee," he answered proudly."Charles, you're so kind."I turned the cup to read the flavour."Vanilla and cream," I said, my eyes lighting up as I saw it. " That's my favourite one. How did you know?""Everyone loves vanilla and cream," Charles replied, grinning.He sat at his desk, which was just beside mine, bringing out his things from his bag."Thank you," I tell him, sipping through the straw.The supervisor walked in briskly, looking around the room.Charles and I straightened, and so did Waldo, who had been in the office for quite some time."It's just you three?" He asked."Yes sir. But I saw Destiny at the reception, she'll be here," Wald