Scarlet’s POV
I don’t know how I made it home.
The cab ride was a blur, my hands clenched into fists on my lap as I bit my lip to stop the tears. You’re disgusting. His words echoed in my head, over and over, like a broken record. Each time I heard them, it felt like another knife slicing through me.
I had fought for him. I had swallowed my pride, pushed away my anger, just to hold onto something that felt real. But now? Now I wasn’t sure why I even bothered.
Alex didn’t deserve it.
The apartment was dark when I walked in. I didn’t turn on the lights, didn’t bother eating. I just kicked off my shoes and walked straight to my room, slamming the door behind me.
Sliding under the covers, I curled up, wrapping my arms around myself. Maybe if I held on tight enough, I could stop the piece
