My eyes glanced to Cole and I swear he fucking smirked. His eyes darted around the room and he smiled with bright white teeth. Teeth I wanted him to swallow after my fist knocked them down his fucking throat.

Once my eyes landed on hers, it was all over. I didn't need to turn to the clinking to know what it was. Cole raised his champagne glass in one hand and a fork in the other.

The metal clanked off the glass, mimicking a ringing bell. "Excuse me. Hello! Can I have your attention, please?"

The entire room silenced at an eerie speed as he spoke and all eyes turned to Cole.

Everyone's but mine.

Mine stayed intensely absorbed in Alex's. Hers stayed fixated on mine. This trance was different than anything I'd ever felt with her before. We'd been doing this dance with our eyes for as long as I could remember.

This one was definitely different.

This one would hurt badly.

This one would destroy.

Cole thanked the room for being quiet and spewed his speech. "I would like to start off by saying that Alexandra might be upset with me for spilling the news. She didn't want to take away from the night and the memories of all of us being together, but that's Alexandra, always thinking of others." He reached for her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and tugging her to the side of his body.

I'm almost positive she sent me a sad smile, but I may have imagined that. Our eyes stayed locked together, nothing or no one for that matter could ever break that between us.

I had that.

It belonged to me.

I knew the second the words fell from his lips that would be it. Our glass house would shatter around us. The last tether would be cut for good. The hurricane would stop, no longer wreaking havoc on our souls.

"Alexandra and I are getting married."

And just like that the rope was cut in two.

Her and I.

Him and her.

Cole and Alexandra.

Except it also sliced...

My heart in two.

I spent the rest of the night avoiding her. Avoiding everyone. I was like a ticking bomb, the more I saw all of my family and friends rejoice and congratulate them the more I felt like I was going to blow the fuck up. Alex knew, that's why she kept her distance from me.

She wouldn't look at me.

She wouldn't talk to me.

Nothing.

When they were leaving she didn't even raise her eyes to say goodbye, but she made a point to hug Mason tight and let her lips linger more than necessary on top of his head when she kissed him. Cole shook my hand with a smug look on his face like the son of a bitch he was. Jeremy rushed out of the house followed by Aubrey, who appeared like she had been crying when she said her goodbyes. I looked at Dylan for answers. His pissed off expression spoke volumes, but he quickly left right after so I didn't get to ask him what happened.

Lily barely spoke five words all night, which was completely not like her. She loved being the center of attention. I didn't pay too much attention to Jacob and I felt bad that I hadn't gotten to know his girlfriend, Beth. She seemed nice from what I could gather, though.

I spent the night in my old room. I wanted to feel close to her, to us. I tossed and turned all night, not sleeping at all. The words, "Alexandra and I are getting married," played in my mind like a broken fucking record. Every time I shut my eyes, I envisioned her in her wedding dress, walking down the aisle to say, "I do," to a man that wasn't me. I tried to block those images out of my mind and think about all the memories we shared together.

It didn't help.

I became angry, the eye of the storm was gone and I could feel the hurricane inside me begin to blow. Before I knew it, the sun was up and I was out of bed, showering and getting dressed. I went down to the beach to get some coffee and as much as I tried to ignore the winds and chaos around me.

I found myself stepping up the porch stairs to our abandoned house.

Stopping dead in my tracks when I saw...

Alex.

She faced the hole in the drywall that never got fixed when I walked in, closing the door behind me and leaning against it. I silently prayed it would hold me up when all this was said and done and all I wanted to do was breakdown.

She didn't turn when she softly expressed, "I used to think that it was Stacey... and then Cole... and then you moving... or it was prom... or me moving... and then lastly Mason..." she rambled as I tried to make sense of what she said.

"I thought that's where things ended between us. Each one of those times, it changed the significant directions our lives took. Each unexpected circumstance and situation, but it wasn't, Lucas, it was that night."

I looked at the hole, replaying that night in my mind.

"The night you punched this hole in the wall, that was the beginning of the end for us. It's still here mocking us." She paused to let her words sink in. I couldn't help but feel that she was right. That night changed everything for us if I would have known then what I know now.

"I hate," she hesitated, contemplating what to say I was sure.

"I hate what Cole did last night, we went back to the suite and argued. It's probably one of the biggest fights we've had. I slept on the couch and I've barely said two words to him this morning. It wasn't about us like he claims, he wanted to hurt you."

"I've always known Cole was an asshole, Alex. I'm surprised it's taken you this long to see it."

She immediately turned to face me. Her eyes were red and swollen like she had been crying all night. It took everything inside me not to go to her.

To comfort her.

To hold her.

"Not like that." She shook her head. "That was cruel. He's never used me for his pride before. He hurt me. He made our engagement become a spectacle, a game."

"A game that he won."

"I'm not a prize, Lucas."

"Then you don't see what we do," I simply stated. "Why do you always show up looking so beautiful that it literally hurts my eyes to look at you?"

Her breath hitched.

"Are you happy? Are you happy with him?" I had to know.

She nodded.

"Is he good to you?"

She nodded, again, her face frowning.

I shook my head in disbelief. "Jesus Christ, Alex, you're literally marrying the first guy that's ever paid attention to you."

She grimaced, making me quickly regret my words. I was about to apologize when she said with her voice breaking, "If that were true, Lucas, then I would be marrying you."

I jerked back like she hit me. "Is that why you cut your hair? Because you don't belong to me anymore?"

"He asked me to marry him and I said yes. I went to the salon the next day and hacked off all my hair. I donated it to cancer patients. It could be their happiness."

I looked at the bright, blinding ring on her left hand. "Where was that rock last night?"

"I had it on, I just turned it over, so the diamond was on the inside of my hand."

"Could he have gotten you a bigger rock? That's not even you, Alex. You haven't worn jewelry your entire life. You're going to marry a man that doesn't even know what kind of ring is you?"

She peered down at the diamond. "It's a beautiful ring, Lucas."

"It's a trophy. You're a prize to him. It's also a cock blocker because only a very insecure man buys a woman that kind of a diamond.

She looked at me through her lashes. "Girls like diamonds."

"Not you," I simply stated not needing to add any more.

"He loves me and I love-"

"You love the idea of him. You love that it's comfortable. You love that he's always been there, like a sad fucking kitten that you fed one time and wouldn't go away." He stepped toward me and I immediately stepped back. Which made him stop and cock his head to the side. "Scared of me?"

"Of course not."

"Then why won't you let me touch you? Is it because you know everything I said was true? And the second I put my hands on you, you'll know who you really belong to?"

"That's not fair."

"I never said life was fair."

"I hate it every time you say that."

"It doesn't make it any less true, because if it were, you'd be the mother of my son and that ring on your finger would have been placed there by me."

My chest rose and descended with each word that fell from his lips.

"Let me touch you, Alex. Let me prove to you that everything I say is true."

He came at me but this time I expected it, so when my back hit the wall he instantly caged me in with his arms. His face mere inches away from mine, I felt him everywhere. All at once, his scent, his body, his eyes, his mouth, even though the only thing that touched me was his arms.

"Tell me to leave, Alex. Tell me to go. Tell me you don't love me. Tell me that you don't wish it were me that you went to bed with every night and woke up to every morning. Tell me that every time you hold my son you don't envision him as being yours. Ours. Tell me you don't want this and I swear I'll leave you alone. I'll let you marry Cole and live happily ever after. I swear to you on my son that I will walk out of here knowing that you're no longer my brown eyed girl."

"Lucas," I warned in a voice I didn't recognize.

"Call me what you really want to." He placed his forehead on mine, bringing his arms closer to frame my face. "Call me Bo," he groaned in a tone that made my stomach flutter and my body warm. His mouth so close to mine that I could feel him breathe on me. As if testing me he licked his lips, slowly, provoking me.

Proving to me that he was right.

I shut my eyes. I had to. The realization was too hard to admit and I knew he could see it in my eyes.

He knew me.

"Bo," I panted, my breathing mimicking his. "Please..."

"Please what, baby?" he rasped as if he hung on by a thread. Waiting for me to say the magic words that would set both of us free.

Except not the way he hoped.

"I'm getting married. I'm engaged to another man. I came here today to close the door to us, not to open it again."

It was like a bucket of cold water being poured down his body, he instantly backed away from me. I felt the loss of his warmth, his love, instantly. The damage was done, and the look on his face made me question what I had just done.

Was I making the right choice? I couldn't hurt Cole. I loved him. Didn't I?

I stepped toward him but now it was his turn to back away.

"Lucas..."

He sadly smiled. "I have no one to blame but myself. Maybe the better man did win and at the end of the day, as long as you're happy that's all that truly matters."

I forced back the tears that wanted to escape. I would not cry. I was supposed to be happy. Cole makes me happy.

Then why do I feel like I'm dying?

"There's nothing left to say. I wish you all the happiness in the world, Alexandra. You deserve it more than anyone I know. I will always, always, fucking love you. No one can take that away from me, not even you."

I blinked away the tears. I couldn't hold them in any longer.

"Congratulations." He took one last look at me and left.

I turned around and looked at the hole in the wall.

It now mirrored my heart.

I never expected her to not invite me to her engagement party. I just never thought it would happen so fast. Six months went flying by.

I didn't believe it until I saw it with my very own eyes.

How fucking stupid am I?