Allie
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I stared at the proof Chase had sent. Screenshots. Messages. Timestamps from road trips and hotel stays stretching back over a year. Logan with other women. Bragging about it. Laughing about “what Allie doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Each new image felt like another knife twisting in my chest. The betrayal ran so much deeper than that birthday disaster. I’d been living in a fantasy while he played me for a fool the entire time.
I cried until my eyes burned dry. Then anger took over. Pure, shaking rage. When Chase’s follow-up DM came asking if I wanted to meet for coffee—“somewhere public, no pressure”—I almost said no. But the silence in Mia’s apartment was suffocating, and part of me needed answers. Or at least to look the man who’d dropped this bo
