Michael.
She looked at me with puppy-dog eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry, Michael, but that’s my call. I wish you the best with your investigation.”
Her words cut deeper than she could ever know, she was the only one I trusted enough to help get through this tough time but instead, she chose him. She gave my shoulder a soft and friendly fleeting touch before storming off walking straight into Ethan’s sleek and glossy Porsche like that could make me feel less worse.
Ethan was waiting in the driver's seat with a perfect smile on his face, the one that said he had already won her, but he was wrong, he could only impress her but not for long, she was either mine or for no one.
And just like that, they drove off.
I swallowed hard as the realization hit me, she had chosen a man she’d bare
