CHERYL'S POV
I refused to cry.
I refused to be the kind of girl who sat in her room, sobbing over a guy who couldn’t even bother to text her back. Well, I used to be that girl when I was married to Marty but not anymore or so I thought. But no matter how many times I swallowed hard, clenched my fists, or blinked up at the ceiling, the tears still fell. Hot. Unwanted. Furious.
I wiped them away aggressively, my throat burning. Why did I still care?
It had been hours since I left the beach, since I stood there alone under the fading sunlight like a complete i***t, waiting for Aiden. Waiting for nothing.
And now, all I could see in my head was the exact reason why—Aiden walking out of Anika’s house.
Betrayal sliced through me.
The sound of my phone buzzing snapped me out of my thoughts
