~Antonio
The rhythmic sound of my sneakers hitting the pavement was oddly soothing. I loved jogging in the mornings—especially in this estate where the streets were quiet, and I could clear my head. Sweat trickled down my face as I slowed my pace, grabbing the water bottle from my waistband and pouring some of it over my head. The cold water sent a chill down my spine, but it was refreshing.
“Antonio!”
The voice came from behind me. My body stiffened. It wasn’t just any voice—it was her voice. Slowly, I turned around, dread pooling in my stomach.
There she was. Vivian, my ex. Of all the people to run into, it had to be her.
“Not now,” I muttered under my breath, already regretting this jog.
Vivian sauntered up to me, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Antonio, it is you!
