"I don’t want to talk about her anymore, Adrian!"

Vania slammed the guest room door, but Adrian’s hand stopped it from closing.

"You think running away will solve anything?" Adrian’s voice rose, his eyes locked sharply on hers. "You walked out on him when he needed you the most!"

Vania exhaled heavily. "He chose someone else, Adrian. I won’t be anyone’s second choice anymore. I’m done being played with."

That night, Dina’s apartment—a safe refuge offered by her old college friend—felt like a sanctuary. The walls were painted a warm cream, the air scented faintly with vanilla candles. Dina had left Vania alone in the living room with Adrian, probably...