EMILY
“I’ll be back.”
His voice echoed in my head like a cruel joke, a promise that was never meant to be kept. Two days had passed since then. Two long, humiliating days. I should’ve known better than to believe him.
God, I was such an i***t.
I sank deeper into my unmade bed, dragging a hand down my face, fingers tangling in the mess of my hair.
“Stupid,” I muttered under my breath. “So damn stupid.”
What had I expected? That his endless flirting meant something real? That underneath the smirks and charming one-liners, there was someone worth trusting?
I should’ve known better. I did know better.
Where the hell was Mia when I needed to spiral dramatically? She’d at least bring snacks and a hit list. I was already running out of creatively painful ways to sketch Nicholas’s demise i
