CARISSA’S POV
I recognize them the moment I see their faces. The same two girls look familiar and that’s when I realize they’re the ones Jaime had f****d in front of me, making me witness something I never wanted to see. My stomach twists at the memory, but I force myself to stand tall. They’re here now, standing in front of me, smirking like they’ve won some kind of game. I wonder what they’re doing here. Why now?
I’m not afraid of them, but I won’t lie—something about their presence fills me with discomfort.
One of them steps forward, her lips curling into a sneer. “Well, well, look at you. Smells like s**t in here, doesn’t it?” she mocks.
I feel the insult sting, but I refuse to let them see it. I can’t give them the satisfaction. My eyes narrow, and I stand my ground, refusing to f
