Maddy's POV
The click of Nate's office door, surprisingly quiet given the storm it unleashed within me, echoed through the bustling open-plan office. It was a definitive, sickening sound, sealing off Nate and Eliza from the rest of the world, and most pointedly, from me. My ears still buzzed with the phantom sensation of Nate's lips, my own still prickling, a silent testament to a moment that had felt entirely too real. Now, that memory tangled with the image of Eliza-a vision of effortless beauty that made my own hurriedly styled hair and slightly stained blouse feel utterly inadequate.
The hushed whispers of "ex-girlfriend" had already started, creating a ripple effect of curiosity and speculation among the cubicles. I felt their gazes, not directly, but the hum of their judgment
