Chapter 3:

The Stranger in the Rain

The rain pounded down without mercy, soaking through my thin coat and the black dress that now clung to me like a second skin. I didn’t know where I was going. My feet just kept moving, heels splashing through puddles that ruined them completely. Every few steps, a sob escaped my throat, raw and ugly. The images wouldn’t leave my head Ethan thrusting into Sophia, her moans, the way he called her a slut while saying I was too innocent. My best friend. My boyfriend. Both of them.

“How could you do this to me?” I whispered to no one, wiping my face...