She loved him, but for Waylen, it was different.

He had spent over half a year with her, trying to find that elusive feeling called love, but it remained elusive.

As he looked at the pile of shredded paper on the floor, he realized that if he truly loved her, he would have fulfilled her request tonight.

However, the truth was that he didn't love her. They were merely two strangers sharing the same bed, and now even the pretense was unnecessary.

Asense of relief washed over him.