Abby Elsie and I are sprawled out on my king-sized bed, a movie playing on the TV. But we’re barely watching. I’m trying on one of my new dresses in the mirror while Elsie is watching me, a glass of wine in her hand. For the first time in what feels like forever, I finally feel as though I can l
“That’s my plan for now,” I say softly. “But the truth is, Karl has his responsibilities here, and I have mine three hours away in the city. Neither of us can escape that. So I don’t think it’ll go anywhere, honestly.” Elsie listens intently. “I know how difficult that is,” she says. Just then,
Abby There’s still a smile on my face as I make my way back to the bedroom, where Elsie is waiting, engrossed in her phone. She looks up as I enter, a curious glint in her eyes. “Well, spill it, Abby,” she says, setting her phone aside without a moment’s hesitation. “What did Karl want?”
The last thing I do is pull on a pair of tights and some tall heeled boots, followed by a dainty necklace and some dangly earrings. I take one last look in the full-length mirror, turning this way and that as I take in my appearance. “Va va voom, if I may say so myself,” Elsie says, making curve
Abby Karl and I settle into our seats across from Ethan and Gianna, and although my heart is racing in Gianna’s presence, Karl’s knee touching mine beneath the table is enough to keep me grounded. Gianna takes in my appearance from across the table. “Interesting dress,” she says, her gaze fl
Abby “I mean your cheating, of course.” Gianna’s words cut through the air, leaving me feeling as though I’ve just been splashed with acid. It’s clear that her words were intended to cut deep, and all the while, Ethan just sits there beside her with a puzzled expression on his face. My e
“A manipulator?” Ethan lets out a chuckle. “Is that truly what you think my girlfriend is?” Karl throws his hands up in exasperation. “Really, brother?” he snarls. “Are you that dense?” There’s a moment of silence, and I feel caught in the middle. I can’t figure out who’s truly at the root o
Abby As we burst out of the restaurant, I feel the chilly night air hit my face, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere we just left behind. “I can’t believe it,” Karl hisses under his breath as he pulls me further and further away from the restaurant. “That lying little…” Karl’s grip