Elena's POV

Layla left first. Something about trying to prove to the waiter that she wasn't being kidnapped by anyone.

The way the guy looked at me...

I walked slowly towards the exit, my head deep in thoughts.

Layla was Noah's fiancee.

Shouldn't that be better than it being some rich, stuck-up girl? At least Layla was reasonable.

Plus, she didn't expose me in front of everyone... So, that's a win.

And at least I was no longer afraid of the thought of the real Layla just showing up out of nowhere and exposing me.

But...

It still hurt.

Maybe even more than I thought it would.

I blinked and...