Chapter 10
Amber Whyte.
I cried myself to sleep so hard I woke up with a migraine.
It f*****g hurts.
The cold rejection.
The embarrassment.
I shamelessly begged to be f****d, offered myself on a platter of gold, soaked and ready, yet I was tossed aside like a piece of trash. Like a worthless b***h.
My chest stung in pain as the memory of him walking out the door resurfaced in my mind, haunting me, mocking me.
Yet, I kept my hope alive.
Hours after he left, my eyes remained open, pinned to the door. Unblinking. Wide awake, waiting for the knob to crack open with his arrival. Waiting for his apology for leaving me unattended.
I gaslight myself with many excuses as to why he ran late. I deceived myself until it became glaring that he had abandoned me.
I wept until there
