Claire’s
“Don’t you plan to go out or maybe go home at some point? You’ve been sulking in here for days. Honestly, I don’t even know if you’re really heartbroken. You haven’t cried again after that first night. What was that—crying, one-time big-time?”
That was the first thing Kate said when she walked into the kitchen in her pajamas, arms crossed as she stared down at the breakfast she made for me. I had eaten ahead of her, which made me feel a bit awkward, but I tried not to show it.
And honestly? She’s not wrong. After bawling my eyes out the night I found out about Niu and Sebastian’s arrangement, I haven’t shed another tear.
Sure, it still hurts. But I refuse to be that girl—pathetic and broken, crying endlessly over a man. No amount of tears will erase the betrayal. The pain will
