Rosé,
Ten minutes earlier…
Why did I run away? That was stupid. I wasn’t the one who cheated. He cheated on me—and had a child. A child younger than my daughter. It was too obvious he was Evelyn’s son. Draven was the father. Hah!
How could I have fallen in love with someone like that? And the heartache—it was unbearable. Why was I crying over someone who betrayed me? This was pathetic. *I* was pathetic for feeling this way. I mean, look around—no one cries over their ex. Especially not cheaters.
Somehow, I felt like one of those stupid female leads who couldn’t get over their abusive, bastard ex-boyfriend. Ugh.
Maybe I should have started dating. I’d been so occupied with my job and Diana that I never made time for it. I should’ve moved on, found someone else to replace these annoy
