As Rayla walked back to her dorm, the weight of Stacy’s words pressed heavily on her shoulders, each step feeling like a struggle. The image of Stacy and Asher together—burned into her mind—was like a constant, searing reminder of the betrayal she felt. She had been willing to give Asher everything, to trust him completely, and yet he had been with Stacy, laughing, touching, sharing moments that should have been hers. The jealousy and hurt twisted inside her, making her chest ache with every breath.
When she finally reached her dorm, she paused outside the door, taking a moment to steady herself. She didn’t know what to expect, but she wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted her when she opened the door. Asher was sitting on her bed, his face pale and drawn, his usual confident demeano
