“Nina Frost, you better not be on your bed sulking like some loser.”I dropped my phone on the bed not bothering to respond to Kiera's text, because indeed I was in bed sulking like a loser.I found out my mate was gay. If I hadn't, the jackass would have asked me to marry him. If that didn't spell ‘loser’, then I don't know what could. The blow the moon dealt me was brutal. What had I done in my past life to deserve this? I was an ‘okay’ person. Not the epitome of saint, but I would never go out of my way to hurt anyone. So why do such a special day turn into one filled with regrets?When I came back last night, I had really tried not to sulk, or cry or think about it by reading. A few minutes in, I sat on my bed, phone pressed against my ear while explaining everything that happened between sobs to Kiera. And bless Kiera's soul, she didn't say a word. Just allowed me to cry until I got tired of crying, eyes swollen, before she softly asked me to go to bed - which I did.But w
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