NINA’S POV
The morning after betrayal always stings. Cold coffee, harsh winds and hands that won’t stop shaking.
I thought my heart was already broken, but apparently it still had room to bruise.
When you’ve already lost the person you loved, it’s dangerously easy to stop protecting yourself.
So I don’t change my clothes. I don’t brush my teeth.
The day finds me curled in bed writing in my diary, and by night I sit at my balcony staring at the stars.
My mind wanders to Harper. We loved each other like sisters. At what point did she start making s*x tapes with my man?
I don’t care about the onlyfans. Hell, I admire the slick bodies of the artists there. But to have my own boyfriend…ex.
My nails dig into my wrist, and I stifle a whimper as pain sears through my hand.
I need a distra
