Olivia's POV
I woke up with a pounding headache on Ethan’s couch, fragments of last night still blurry around the edges. The last thing I remembered clearly was Ethan dragging me away from Aiden and that punch he threw.
I was still piecing everything together when my phone blew up with messages.
I groaned, rolling over to grab my phone. Mia’s name flashed with a dozen notifications, one after the other, filling my lock screen.
Mia: ‘OMG Liv, you NEED to see this!’
Mia: ‘Call me RIGHT NOW.’
Mia: ‘More photos, bish get up, the hangover can wait.
Mia: ‘Ethan looks murderous in these pics…’
My stomach dropped and threatened to rebel. Each message felt like a weight pressing on my chest, dread spreading through me as I unlocked the screen.
Mia sent links to articles and photos – of m
