Chapter 2
Her mother’s excited voice immediately came through the phone: “That’s fantastic, sweetheart! We’ll start the paperwork right away–once it’s done, there’s no turning back. It’s a point of no return.”
She gripped her phone tightly, fingertips trembling, but her voice remained unshakeable “I won’t change my mind.”
Her mother was about to hang up but hesitated, cautiously asking: “What about that boyfriend of yours? Didn’t you chase after him forever? I thought you were head over heels for him.”
The word “boyfriend” felt like a knife twisting in her chest.
Ariana’s mind instantly flashed back to the hospital room–the cruel laughter, Luigi sprawled carelessly on the bed scrolling through social media, his friends‘ vicious mockery, and the devastating realization that he’d wasted three years dating her solely to execute some twisted revenge plan for Leila Brown
Her heart constricted so violently she could barely breathe, like someone had reached into her chest and was squeezing it with bare hands.
“I’m done with him,” she heard herself say, her voice raw but eerily steady. “Completely done. Forever.”
After hanging up. Ariana stood motionless on the sidewalk, letting the bitter wind whip through her hair. She stared up at the bleak gray sky, drew in a deep breath that burned her lungs, and turned toward what she had foolishly called “home.”
The moment she pushed open the door, the familiar scent punched her in the gut.
Ariana froze in the entryway, staring at the living room she knew so well, feeling like she was trapped in someone else’s nightmare.
This was Luigi’s apartment–the one he’d casually tossed her a key to after finally acknowledging her feelings.
That day, he had leaned against the doorframe with that trademark smirk and shrugged: “Wanna shack
up?”
Back then, she’d blushed like an idiot, heart soaring with joy, believing it was the beginning of their love story rather than what it actually was–convenient access for his ongoing psychological torture campaign.
had spent countless nights lying beside him, dreaming about their future wedding in this very living room, picturing their children running around, fantasizing about growing old together in this space.
like acid in her
in together? Just another calculated move to maximize her pain when
waste three years of his life with someone he despised, to
build the perfect illusion before destroying her completely.
didn’t so
purged every trace
crush–a thick, worn notebook with every
in the library today!!! White button down those jeans DYING. Had to pretend to read because I couldn’t
Just asked me to pass his coffee but I swear our fingers touched and there was a MOMENT. Haven’t washed my hand yet
Luigi Maggiore is dating MF. Is this real life?? I’m literally shaking writing this!!!”
page after cringe–worthy page, tears streaming
force it tore through the plastic, her hands shaking with anger–at him, but mostly
came the gifts she’d spent thousands
three months for. The limited–edition watch she’d stood in line overnight to purchase. The designer jacket that cost more
photos she’d secretly taken
campaign speeches for student president, dominating the basketball court, holding court in
dumped everything into the trash, methodically erasing every physical reminder of
delusion.
Ariana had finally
now barren living room, she felt a strange lightness wash over her,
swung
as he surveyed the noticeably emptier space. “What the hell did you throw out?” His tone was sharp,
meeting his gaze without flinching: “Nothing important. Just garbage I should’ve
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