Rose’s POV
The cold air sliced through my coat as I stumbled away from Club Jiggy. My chest felt tight, every breath sharp and shallow. The distant thump of the music from inside the club was muffled now, but Jack’s voice rang crystal clear in my mind.
"Throw her out. I don’t want to see her face."
I had prepared myself for rejection. I thought I’d built enough emotional armor to handle whatever he threw at me. But this? The bitterness in his voice, the way he looked through me like I was nothing—it shattered me in ways I wasn’t ready for.
I hugged myself, the humiliation pressing down like a physical weight. Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall here, in public. Not while the whispers and laughter of onlookers from the club’s line still echoed in the background.
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