(Ava’s POV)
I sat there, staring at nothing, my mind drowning in memories I didn’t want to relive. I thought about everything—how much I had loved Gregory, how deeply he had broken me, and how I had stupidly believed we were meant to get married. I had actually pictured us growing old together, waiting for the day he’d walk me down the aisle with tears in his eyes.
But what did I get instead?
Betrayal. Humiliation. Heartbreak.
Gregory had shattered me, not just by revealing he was a p**n star, but by telling me he never really wanted to propose in the first place. That he had only done it because I was "pressuring him."
I still remembered the way he said it—flat, emotionless like it was just another casual confession. No regret. No shame. Just the truth, dropped in front of me
