Chapter 6: Erased From Her World
All the way home, I kept thinking about what the doctor said—whatever I decided, I had to do it soon.
Two days should be soon enough, right?
I opened the door.
Inside, laughter and cheers filled the air. The music was loud, the lights too bright, and someone had spilled chips all over the counter.
The apartment was alive with voices, music blaring, glasses clinking. For a moment, I thought I’d walked into the wrong place.
"Kiss! Kiss!"
Savannah was feeding Ethan whiskey mouth-to-mouth. The atmosphere was charged, their eyes locked with obvious passion.
The sight hit me like a slap. My vision blurred, my heart pounding in my ears. I stood frozen in the doorway. Couldn’t move.
Of course, that’s when I walked in. The moment they saw me, everyone’s smiles vanished.
The room went silent, all eyes on me. Savannah’s face drained of color, Ethan’s smirk faltered.
Savannah’s eyes flickered with surprise. She pulled me aside to explain.
She grabbed my arm, dragging me into the hallway, her voice low and urgent. My skin crawled under her grip.
"Baby, it’s not what it looks like. We were just playing a game, I was helping Ethan out."
I nodded weakly. I couldn’t tell truth from lies anymore. I was just exhausted and wanted to sleep.
My body felt leaden, my thoughts slow and muddled. I just wanted to disappear.
As I was about to go in, she grabbed my arm and, hesitating, added,
"No one knows we’re dating. I told them you’re the repair guy—just check the pipes and leave when you’re done."
She seemed afraid I wouldn’t cooperate, so she quickly added,
"My friends gossip too much. If they find out, they’ll tell my family. When the time’s right, I’ll introduce you to my parents. I’ve already booked a hotel room for you."
Her words tumbled out in a rush, eyes darting everywhere but mine. I felt like a secret, a stain she was desperate to hide.
I looked up at her, heart aching. Did she really want me out of the house that badly? Couldn’t even wait a day?
The question echoed in my mind, unanswered. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to scream.
When I went in, I realized that in just one afternoon, every trace of me had been wiped from the apartment. Like she’d been planning this, just waiting for someone to come back.
My clothes were gone, my toothbrush replaced, our photos nowhere to be seen. It was like I’d never existed.
Maybe it was for the best—saved me the trouble of doing it myself.













