cocky smile playing on his lips. Next to him, Tiffany Chen leaned in close, her expres

s and we'

had been there for an hour, a digital cliffhanger orchestrated by t

t ache. It felt unnervingly st

became

as d

cked his social media accounts, one by one. I removed every digital tr

Johnson' s name flashed on the screen.

t it

n. On the fourth try, I a

e was a frantic buzz in my ear. "Ethan is just mess

wanted," I sai

u to call him, to beg him like you a

"I'm busy. I

re you coming over?" Ho

ege. I got a scholarship to a u

om his end of the line. Before he

he others. It started three days ago, over som

the couch, scrolling through his phone. He didn't look u

lk," I had said, my v

s cold. "Talk about what? About

led that coffee on my portfolio on purpose. All my

nto the cushion beside him. "It was an accident. Tiffany felt

me when you weren't looking. She hates that I h

g with him to see what was right in front of his

wealth and privilege gave him a confidence that bordered on arro

'm saying." My wor

ed. "You're just jealous of Tiffany. She's

those years of loyalty, of forgiving his games and h

to a low, threatening tone. It was his favorite weapon. The o

er, to do anything to stop him from walking out the door. My world had revo

iving in. This time felt different. I just stared at him, my

furiate him more than any argument

pat. "Have i

lamming the door behind him. The sound

ry hollow apology, every time I had taken him back believing his empty promises. I had be

logged into his accounts. I don't know what I was looking for. Maybe just another reason to feel the pain,

ing about Tiffany is just pathetic. Honestly, I'm getting bored. She' s like a puppy that' s always underfoot. If she doesn' t dr

llowed was absolute. It was the sound of