STELLA
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the dim light of the moon filtered through the curtains. Sleep had evaded me all night, and no matter how many times I turned from one side to the other, I couldn’t find peace. My mind wouldn’t quieten. The events of the evening played in a loop, each moment increasing my guilt and frustration.
I overreacted. I knew it, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept. Tristan hadn’t done anything wrong, yet I’d lashed out at him like he had. And the worst part? Deep down, I knew why.
It wasn’t just about Griselda. I’d convinced myself it was, clinging to the excuse that she was his ex-fiancée and their history made me uneasy. But that wasn’t it. Not really. The truth was uglier, harder to admit—I was jealous.
Jealous of how easily she inserte
