Chapter 1
Chapter 1
My period hit like a truck while I was at the mall. Sent my boyfriend to grab pads. An hour later? Still nothing.
Desperate, I opened my social feed for help. A video tagged “nearby” popped up instantly-
[Boss bought out the whole bakery just because I mentioned Swiss rolls! Best job ever!]
Fancy desserts everywhere.
But what caught my eye? A man’s hand in the corner.
Wearing the watch I gave my boyfriend. My 7th anniversary gift to him.
So while I was stuck in a gross bathroom bleeding through my jeans, he was playing sugar daddy to his “assistant” a few blocks away?!
Something inside me went cold.
I backed out and texted my mom.
[Mom, that guy you wanted me to meet? I’m ready.]
When I finally stumbled out of the bathroom-pants ruined, body wrecked-I scared the hell out of the security guard.
“Miss, you okay? Did someone hurt you? Should I call the cops?”
I gave him a bitter smile and shook my head.
Cause Lincoln took the car, so I had to catch a ride.
Driver after driver took one look at my bloody jeans and bailed-too scared, too disgusted.
Half an hour later, I finally found a woman driver who didn’t judge me. Thank God.
My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing the whole ride home.
When I got out of the shower, I saw a wall of missed calls and
from my
mom.
[Finally came to your senses? I TOLD you Lincoln Sterling was a cold-blooded snake!]
[Seven years and he still hasn’t married you! If he wanted to, he would’ve done it ages ago. At least you’re waking up before it’s too late. The guy
I found for you is a thousand times better than that piece of trash!]
Turns out parents really do know best.
When you’re young, you think they don’t get love.
A few years later, you realize-you’re the one who didn’t get life.
[Just got out of the shower. I’ll do whatever you say, Mom.]
Right after I hit send, Lincoln finally showed up.
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‘You’ll Regret Leaving Me!’-Poor Thing. You Still Think You Matter? I Already Married Better!
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With his precious little sidekick, Chelsea Shaw.
“Nina… you’re… you’re already back? I went to the mall but it was closed…”
He looked awkward for a second, then held up a huge plastic bag like he deserved a medal.
Always, Tampax, Kotex, Playtex… every brand you could think of.
Regular, overnight, with wings, ultra-thin… every type, every size.
“I don’t know anything about pads, so I didn’t want to get the wrong thing. I asked Chelsea to help me pick some out. That’s why I’m late.”
Such a pathetic, transparent lie.
But I felt nothing.
They say the heart can die before the body does. Now I know exactly what that means.
“It’s fine. I already handled it.”.
I didn’t even look at him.
He knew he screwed up. He mumbled something about using the bathroom, but not before throwing Chelsea a lifeline.
“Chelsea was worried about you, so she came up to check on you.”
“Yeah, Nina, are you okay? Want me to make you some ginger tea?”
Chelsea was always so sweet in front of Lincoln.
But the second he disappeared into the bathroom, her face twisted into something vicious.
She leaned in so close I could smell her cheap perfume, her voice dripping with poison.
“You’ve got enough pads here to last till menopause, right?”
“God, I’d die of embarrassment if I were you.”
“A grown woman, bleeding everywhere, dumped at the mall like garbage… If I were you, I’d just end it.”
“Lincoln doesn’t love you anymore. So why are you still clinging to him? Don’t you have any self-respect left? Are you seriously gonna wait till he throws you out himself? You really wanna be that pathetic?”
She shoved her face closer and closer to mine.
I knew exactly what she was doing.
She wanted me to slap her.
Then she could run crying to Lincoln, play victim, and drive the wedge between us even deeper.
Before? I would’ve slapped her.
But now?
Would you fight someone over trash?
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I just stared at her. Cold.
Like I was watching a maggot squirming in a pile of shit.
Her smug grin faltered. Confusion flickered across her face. Then panic. Then rage.
She clenched her jaw-and slapped herself. Hard.
SMACK
The sound echoed through the apartment. Then she started wailing.
“Nina, stop! Please!”
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