He Lied, I Thrived Anyway

ty-year slow burn, a homecoming ever

esday night, an anonymous post on a loc

eetings and gifts from a business school charmer-the same limited-editi

friend 'girlfriend' that they were sold out just so he could sur

rring my vision. My heart raced as I dialed Liam, his war

ers, easily, poorly, co

him with Olivia' s account, his "nervous e

st him, Chloe. The way he was looking at her... it w

is hand in hers, his familiar smile reserved for her, captioned "My o

cold, sharp anger stirred. This wasn't a misund

phone screen. I was no longer just a heartbroken girl; I was a girl wh