SCARLETT BLACKSTONE
The pain throbbed in my chest as I replayed the events of the previous night in an endless loop. Logan had audaciously invited Maryknoll to join us at our table, completely ignoring my feelings. It felt like a betrayal, and I was boiling with rage.
Upon returning to our apartment, I headed straight to my room and locked the door behind me. All I wanted was to curl up and erase the day from my memory. Instead, I found myself sinking deeper into frustration. Logan hadn’t even bothered to come after me to talk, which only intensified my sense of being overlooked.
My thoughts raced as I reflected on what had transpired. I regretted ever getting involved with Logan. Despite the good times we had shared, I felt humiliated and trapped. I made a vow to concentrate on my stud
