MAYA
My hands trembled as I stood in front of the mirror in my room, staring at the wreck I’d become.
Messy strands of hair clung to my tear-stained cheeks and mascara smudged into dark rivers under my eyes. I looked exactly like what I was- someone who had just lost everything. Or at least, it felt that way.
My chest heaved with barely contained rage and frustration. How dare Tristan speak to me like that? The words he’d thrown at me downstairs earlier still burned like acid in my veins: spoiled, attention-seeking, using him.
A joke. Me, a joke to the man I’d secretly given my heart to. I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached. “You think you can break me?” I whispered to my reflection. “I’ll show you I don’t care. You’re nothing to me now.”
Grabbing my phone from the bed, I dialed
