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Olivia

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I stood in the kitchen, staring at my phone, my eyes burning with unshed tears. Alexander claimed he’d be back in New York, first thing in the morning. And he’d stop by my house to talk to me.

But all I could see were photos of him and Tricia, plastered across the internet - smiling and posing for the cameras as they arrived at the airport together.

The headline screamed at their arrival, but it was the image of them at the side that made my stomach churn. I could feel the familiar sting of betrayal creeping into my chest again, twisting the knife deeper.

He was supposed to be here, having a serious conversation with me, not having a photo-op with her. I let out an unbelievable scoff and dropped my phone on the counter.

I wiped my eyes, angry at myself for caring too much. This wasn’t supposed to hurt like this. I had promised myself I wouldn’t let him get under my skin again. But I was angry and disappointed all over again.

I needed to get past this. I needed to move