for our new apartment, signaling a huge s
it, our future, a real
ird time in minutes, betraying th
lling away, leaving me stranded with two
find Liam's smug selfie with Chloe, her arm
n angry accusation: "Are you trying to make me
lie, a performance designed
and hollow apologies, now burned with the bitter truth:
ty promises had left me feeling like a
to the belief that her fleeting affection was genui
lead designer position in San Fra
eglect, the constant battle for
y fever, I declared, "We're over. Y
hoosing myself, wa