Vanessa returned to her apartment that night, her heart still aching from Dante's cruel betrayal. Despite everything, she couldn’t get him out of her mind; his hurtful behavior was seared into her memory.
As she walked down the hallway to her door, lost in her gloomy thoughts, she didn't notice someone else exiting the elevator—until a mocking laugh broke the silence.
It was Dante, clearly drunk, staggering toward her with a twisted smile.
"Well, well, look who decided to show up," he slurred—“the little liar herself."
Vanessa tensed, her eyes flashing with indignation.
"Leave me alone, Dante. You’ve made your opinion of me quite clear."
She tried to open her door, but he was quicker. He pinned her against the wall, his whiskey breath flooding her nostrils.
"Did you think you could
