It took less than two days for Charles' ex-girlfriend, Daisy, to find me.
She showed up in a short dress and sky-high heels, looking utterly arrogant. "You have no shame," she said. "You cling to Charles like a desperate fool. You're pathetic. Let me make this clear. I'm his first love. We dated for three years, and he's never gotten over me. One look at your face says it all—you're just another replacement. Don't you know every single woman he's been with is just a copy of me? Get your head straight. Stay away from Charles."
For a split second after she finished speaking, I zoned out. Warm coffee spilled down my face, soaking my skin.
I was never the type to swallow my anger. I grabbed a drink and splashed it back at her without a second thought.
I fixed my messy clothes and left with
