Aria

My palms scraped against the rough pavement. Pain shot through my skin as I hit the ground hard. My knee was bleeding. My expensive red dress—once flawless—was torn and smeared with dirt.

I looked up at the tall building—Jace’s company. The place I used to walk into with my head held high.

Now I was thrown out like garbage.

People walking by stared at me. Some took out their phones and started recording.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to disappear.

But most of all, I wanted to destroy Jace for humiliating me like this.

He would pay for this. One day, he would pay...