Chapter 4 Who is she

I couldn't get her face out of my head.

It followed me home, hovered in my dreams, and greeted me the moment I woke up the next morning clear, composed, smiling in a way that felt entirely too confident.

Lena.

I said her name silently as I stared at my ceiling, letting it settle like something bitter on my tongue.

She didn't look like someone Noah would choose out of revenge or loneliness. She looked like someone who knew exactly who she was and what she wanted.

And that terrified me.

At work, I tried to act normal. I answered emails, attended meetings, even laughed at the right moments. But my focus was fractured, every thought circling back to one question.

Who was she to him?

By mid-morning, curiosity turned into something sharper something dangerously close to obsession.

Strategic Development was three floors above us. I told myself I was just going upstairs to drop off files. Nothing more.

That was a lie.

The elevator ride felt endless. With every floor that passed, my pulse quickened. I hated myself for this hated that I cared so much, hated that I was willing to humiliate myself just to catch another glimpse of the woman standing beside him now.

When the doors slid open, I hesitated.

I could still turn back.

I didn't.

The department was quieter, more polished. Glass walls, sleek desks, confident voices. Noah fit here too well, and that realization made my chest ache.

I spotted him almost immediately.

He was standing near a conference room, sleeves rolled up, talking to someone.

Her.

Lena.

She laughed at something he said, touching his arm lightly. The gesture was small, casual but it made my stomach twist painfully.

He didn't pull away.

I ducked behind a column before they could see me, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. I felt ridiculous. Pathetic.

But I couldn't leave.

I watched as they walked together down the hall, their shoulders brushing, their conversation easy. It looked familiar in a way that made me ache.

Too familiar.

I waited until they disappeared before stepping forward, forcing myself to breathe.

"You look like you're hunting ghosts."

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

Maya stood beside me, arms crossed, eyes narrowed knowingly.

"What are you doing up here?" she asked.

"I had files," I lied weakly.

She followed my gaze down the hall. "Is that him?"

I didn't answer.

She sighed. "So that's why he transferred."

My silence was confirmation enough.

"And her?" Maya asked gently.

"I don't know," I admitted. "But I think she's... someone."

Maya studied me for a long moment. "You okay?"

"No," I said honestly. "I think I made a mistake."

She squeezed my arm. "You don't get to blame yourself for someone moving on."

But that was the problem.

He hadn't just moved on.

He'd replaced me.

The rest of the day crawled by. Every sound grated on my nerves. Every laugh felt too loud. Every email felt pointless.

By evening, I was emotionally exhausted.

I stopped by the café on my way home, needing something familiar. Something safe.

The barista smiled sympathetically as she handed me my usual drink. "Haven't seen your friend in a while."

I flinched.

"Yeah," I said softly. "Things change."

I took a seat by the window, watching people pass outside, wondering when exactly my life had tilted off its axis.

My phone buzzed.

A message from Noah.

My heart stuttered.

Noah: Hey. I hope you're doing okay.

That was it.

No apology. No explanation.

Just concern distant and restrained.

I stared at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Me: I saw you today.

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.

Then stopped.

Then appeared again.

Noah: I figured.

I swallowed hard.

Me: Who is she?

There it was. The question I'd been avoiding all day.

Several seconds passed.

My chest tightened with each one.

Finally

Noah: Her name is Lena.

That wasn't an answer.

Me: Is she important to you?

I watched the screen like it might explode.

The reply took longer this time.

Too long.

Noah: I don't know yet.

The words sliced through me anyway.

Because not knowing was already more than nothing.

I typed back before I could overthink it.

Me: You look happy with her.

A pause.

Then

Noah: I look functional.

That wasn't what I expected.

My chest tightened. Functional. Not happy. Not fulfilled.

Just surviving.

Me: Is that why you left? To function?

This time, the typing bubble lingered for a full minute.

Then disappeared.

No response.

I stared at the screen until my eyes burned.

I should have stopped there.

I didn't.

I walked.

Without thinking, I found myself outside his building. I hadn't planned it. My feet just... carried me there, fueled by a mix of desperation and courage I didn't know I possessed.

I stood across the street, staring up at the lights.

This was insane.

I turned to leave.

Then I saw them.

Noah and Lena stepped out of the building together.

She said something that made him laugh-a real laugh, the kind that used to be reserved for me.

They stopped near the curb. She looked up at him, her expression softening.

She touched his arm.

He didn't pull away.

She leaned in.

And before I could look away

She kissed him.

Not rushed.

Not awkward.

Intentional.

I froze.

Time seemed to slow as my heart shattered in real time.

Noah kissed her back.

I stood there, unseen, as the man who once waited patiently for me chose someone else

and in that moment, I realized my worst fear wasn't losing him.

It was knowing I had taught him how to walk away.