Lysa's POV
"Jerk!" I spat, slamming my phone on my bed after seeing the 'no missed calls and no text message' notification.
A month of silence had left me with two possible conclusions: either Jason Atlas was playing some elaborate hot-and-cold game that I didn't understand, or he genuinely didn't give a damn about me and had moved on without a second thought.
My roommate Mia was sprawled on her own bed across from me, her phone propped up as she watched some melodramatic romance series with the volume too loud.
I glared at the screen with the intention of telling her to turn down the volume, when a scene caught my attention.
The female lead was being confronted by the male lead, who was clearly jealous of another man's interest in her. He was demanding answers, his face t
