Zoey’s POV
Rain clouds gathered heavily outside my apartment windows, turning the late morning gray and restless. The city looked blurred beneath the weather, buildings disappearing behind sheets of mist while distant traffic hummed softly below.
I sat barefoot at my kitchen counter with my laptop open in front of me, surrounded by cold coffee, untouched toast, and far too many tabs filled with articles about my ruined engagement.
At some point, heartbreak had turned into obsession.
For days, I had been trying to force myself not to think about Christian, about the distance growing between us, about the almost-kiss neither of us had mentioned again.
But avoiding those thoughts only pushed my mind, back to the beginning, and back to the scandal.
An interview clip played quietly from
