Greg’s POV
Have you ever witnessed life fall from a hundred to literally zero, like a strong projectile landing in a dirty dish?
Yup, that’s me. And my life may be too wrecked to be salvaged.
“Leave,” I try not to scream at Maria. “I bet you enjoyed the ‘all-mighty Zaddy’s’ attention.” I click my fingers in the air and clench my fists.
“I'm sorry…” She tries to touch my hand and I flinch so hard that she knocks her ass in the seat behind her.
I ignore her, burning with rage.
We’re still at the stupid gala, but backstage, in my personal room. At least the silly Zack was decent enough to respect my privacy. The way the crowd that once cheered me up online last week, switched up on me, just because it's Zack Lombardi, is wild.
Crazy.
I literally watched them donate to my damn oppo
