Ruth's POV
"Miss Torres, how could you use and then dump me?" Frank's voice cut through the cool evening air, sharp with accusation, as he followed me outside.
I froze mid-step, my hands shaking as I clutched the car door. My chest felt tight, and I had to remind myself to breathe. The panic attack I was recovering from hadn't fully let go of me, and now his words felt like a slap.
"Excuse me?" I turned slowly to face him, crossing my arms in a weak attempt to appear composed. "I didn't use you."
"Are you sure about that?" Frank arched an eyebrow, stepping closer. The faint streetlight above cast shadows across his sharp features, making his smirk look even more infuriating. He placed one hand on the roof of the car, trapping me between the door and his towering frame. "Who was trembli
