(Olivia)
My phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced over, expecting maybe a text from Derek about dinner plans or a message from Aisha who had somebody gotten my number.
But instead, an unknown number flashed on the screen with a message preview that made my stomach twist. It was one of those messages you wish you hadn’t seen, one you wish you could delete from your mind.
I knew that number had to be hers. Lila’s. And as much as I hated it, my curiosity got the best of me. I swiped to read the message, and there it was, every cruel word laid out, meant to dig deep.
"Olivia, it’s cute how you think you’ve moved on. But let’s be real—you’re just holding onto a fantasy. Aaron’s finally with someone who gets him, and I’m sure he’s relieved to be rid of you. Maybe you should stop pretending
