His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

“He’s not okay,” she continued. “He’s camped outside this hospital like a lost soul. Barely cats. Barely speaks. I had to force him to shower. I told him to go home and rest, but he won’t leave.”

I stared at her. “Why?”

She took a long breath. “Because he loves you, Em. And he knows he messed up.”

“Messed up?” My throat felt raw. “He broke me.”

She nodded. “I know. But if you’re going to end it, end it to his face. Then walk away knowing he heard you.”

She kissed my temple and left the room.

Minutes passed. Then the door cracked open again.

And he was there.

Liam.

Only… not the Liam I knew.

This one looked haunted. Hollow. Shirt rumpled, collar sagging. His hair was a mess, his face unshaven. His eyes looked like they hadn’t closed in days.

And for the first time, Liam Black looked… small. Unsure.

He hovered near the door. Speechless.

I didn’t help him.

He took a tentative step in. Then another.

“I don’t know if I should sit,” he said quietly. “Or stand. Or just drop to my knees.”

I didn’t respond.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

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“I needed to see you.”

“You saw me.” I said, flat. “Now what?”

He winced. “Please, I know how it looked. But it wasn’t…”

“Don’t.” I cut in. “Don’t insult me with it’s not what it looked like. Liam, I saw you. I stood there. I watched you kiss her. And even if she kissed you first, you didn’t pull away. No text. You didn’t call. You let me sit in silence, wondering what I meant to you.”

His lips parted. But no words came.

“You know why I let you in?” I asked, my voice beginning to tremble. “Because I wanted to say it to your face.”

He looked at me with something like regret in his eyes.

“I’m done.”

He stiffened. “Emily…”

“I’m not your girlfriend anymore,” I said. “And I won’t be again. Not after this.

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He took a step forward like instinct, but froze when he saw my hand raise slightly, like a stop sign between us.

Then I saw a single tear sliding down his cheek.

The same Liam Black, who didn’t do emotions in public, who held his grief behind

thousand–dollar suits and clever smirks.

And for a moment, it almost cracked me.

But then I remembered the crash. The silence. The kiss. The pain.

And I chose myself.

Before loving him ruined me completely.

“I want you to leave,” I whispered.

He hesitated. Then nodded.

He walked out slowly, like a man who’d just lost everything.

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And maybe… he had.

Because I meant what I said.

I was done.

Even if my heart wasn’t.

A week after the accident, I turned my phone off. I pulled the curtains closed, let the city disappear behind blackout blinds, and made my room a space where time didn’t move.

I ignored Jay’s texts, Sophia’s calls, the brand deals waiting on answers. Even the new car Liam gifted me sat in the garage like a ghost of a life I didn’t recognize anymore.

I told Mom I didn’t want visitors. Not even her most days. Just water, maybe a snack. I wasn’t hungry. Not for food. Not for company. And definitely not for those well–meaning words people offer when silence would’ve been better.

The first time I left my bed was for a hospital visit. Just a standard check–up.

But nothing felt standard when the tor walked in

with eyes that wouldn’t m

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