Chapter 3

This celebration that belonged to them continued until 10 PM.

As everyone was leaving, it started pouring rain.

In the end, only the three of them remained in the house.

Olivia's face was flushed from alcohol as she leaned her head on Ethan's shoulder, looking small and delicate.

I, her actual boyfriend, felt like thin air at that moment.

"I'll take you to a hotel," I said.

"I'm not leaving," Ethan replied coldly. "That room is mine."

"You promised," he continued. "No matter what, there will always be a room for me in your home."

I felt like an insignificant backdrop, ignored by them both.

Olivia was at a loss for words. She looked to me pleadingly:

"Let him stay."

"The rain is getting heavier outside."

"Just for one night, okay?"

Olivia gazed at me, her eyes flickering with a hint of apology on her face.

"Adrian, I'm sorry."

I pressed my lips together and walked past them to go upstairs.