Chapter – Cheryl’s POV
The night air was thick with the scent of spilled liquor and expensive cologne. Laughter and muffled conversations buzzed inside the house I was walking away from, but the sound felt distant, like it belonged to another world—one I no longer fit into.
My heels clicked against the pavement as I reached my car, my breath uneven, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the keys.
I had to leave.
Not just the party. This house. This life. Everything.
I thought I could handle it, that I was stronger now, that high school was nothing more than a bitter memory I’d long buried. But standing there between Aiden and Damon, my past had clawed its way back, dragging me under.
It wasn’t just about Damon’s betrayal or Aiden’s confession. It was about who I had been, who they had
