It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

I can’t stop crying. I still haven’t moved from the bed. I’m scared to
look in the mirror. I’m just . . . scared.
I hear the front door open and slam shut again. Ryle appears in the
doorway and I have no idea if I’m supposed to hate him.
Or be terrified of him.
Or feel bad for him.
How can I be feeling all three?
He presses his forehead to our bedroom door and I watch as he hits his
head against it. Once. Twice. Three times.
He turns and rushes at me, falling to his knees at the side of the bed.
He grabs both of my hands and he squeezes them. “Lily,” he says, his
whole face twisting in pain. “Please tell me it’s nothing.” He brings his hand
to the side of my head and I can feel his hands shaking. “I can’t take this, I
can’t.” He leans forward and presses his lips hard against my forehead,
then rests his forehead against mine. “Please tell me you aren’t seeing
him. Please.”
I’m not even sure I can tell him that because I don’t even want to speak.
He stays pressed against me, his hand wrapped tightly in my hair. “It
hurts so much, Lily. I love you so much.”
I shake my head, wanting the truth out of me so he’ll see what a huge
mistake he just made. “I forgot his number was even there,” I say quietly.
“The day after the fight in the restaurant . . . he came to the store. You can
ask Allysa. He was only there for five minutes. He took my phone from me
and he put his number inside of it, because he didn’t believe I was safe
with you. I forgot it was there, Ryle. I’ve never even looked at it.”
He breathes out a shaky breath and begins nodding with relief. “You
swear, Lily? You swear on our marriage and our lives and on everything
that you are that you haven’t spoken to him since that day?” He pulls back
so he can look me in the eyes.
“I swear, Ryle. You overreacted before giving me the chance to explain,”
I say to him. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment.”
My words knock the breath from him. I see it happen. His back meets
the wall behind him and he stares at me silently. In shock. “Lily,” he
whispers. “You fell down the stairs.”
I can’t tell if he’s trying to convince me or himself.
I calmly repeat myself. “Get out of my apartment.”