~~Lyra~~
The moment Marcus walked in through that front door like he owned oxygen, I swear the entire house shifted. I mean it. The music dipped, the lights felt hotter, even the freaking air got weird and heavy like the universe itself was preparing for my breakdown.
And me?
I stood there like a stunned little loser in heels too high for my soul, gripping my red cup like it contained holy water instead of watered-down vodka punch, and staring at him like I’d just seen a demon crawl out of my past wearing expensive cologne and a smug little smirk.
Oh my God. It was him.
Marcus-f*****g-Adesina.
My ex.
The boy who ruined my life. The one who made me question every single thing about myself — from my thighs to my values to whether or not I was lovable.
The same boy who slut-shamed me
