It wasn't long before Oliver got wind of what had happened between Hazel and Liam. He was livid. One afternoon, Hazel found herself face-to-face with him for the first time in nearly two years. His smug smile, the one that had once made her weak in the knees, now filled her with nothing but disgust.
"So, you think sleeping with my brother will fix things?" Oliver sneered, his voice dripping with condescension.
Hazel's blood boiled. "I didn't sleep with him for revenge, Oliver."
"Oh, really? Then what? You thought you'd just move on from me to him, like I wouldn't notice?"
"It wasn't like that. I didn't even know he was your brother."
Oliver laughed, a harsh, cruel sound. "You always were a good liar, Hazel. But don't think for a second I'm buying it. You're just bitter because I moved on, and you couldn't stand it."
Hazel wanted to scream, wanted to slap him for everything he had done to her, for how he had twisted the knife even now. But instead, she stood there, trembling with anger and frustration.
"You broke me," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You shattered me into a million pieces. And now, because of you, I'm losing someone who actually means something to me."
Oliver's smile faltered, just for a second. But it was long enough for Hazel to see that beneath all his bravado, he wasn't as unaffected as he pretended to be.
"Liam's not like you," she said softly. "He's good. And I love him."
Oliver's eyes narrowed. "You don't love him. You just don't want to be alone."
Hazel didn't respond. There was no point. No matter what she said, Oliver would never understand the depth of what she felt for Liam. And now, because of him, that love was slipping away.