Azalea
Pain lived in my bones now. In my lungs. In the space behind my eyes.
I hated everything. My stupid heart for believing him. My stupid brain for trusting him. My stupid body for missing him even now.
I wanted to tell Chiara the truth. That her perfect fiancé was a liar, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her.
I finally understood. Chiara was the woman who had been calling me. Screaming at me and called me a home-wrecker.
And she was right about me. I was the other woman. The stupid, blind other woman. A fool who didn’t even realize she was being used the entire time.
“I hate this,” I whispered to the empty alley, before forcing myself to stand. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. “I hate everything about my life right now.”
Just when I was still thin
