ELOISE
I didn't cry.
A few days ago, those cruel, jagged words would have ripped me apart, leaving me sobbing on the cold concrete floor. But as I pushed through the heavy double doors of the athletic building and stepped out into the crisp afternoon air, all I felt was a dull, hollow disappointment.
Mike hadn't just broken my heart. He had completely transformed into a stranger—someone bitter, arrogant, and willing to drag me into the dirt just to save his own inflated ego.
My boots clicked fast against the pavement as I marched toward the parking lot, Tasha keeping pace right beside me, muttering furious curses under her breath about Mike Weller's entire lineage.
"Eloise! Hey, wait!"
I stopped near the edge of the walkway, taking a deep breath before turning around.
Jax was
