ANNA'S POV

Oh, you had to be kidding me.

This had to be some kind of sick joke.

I stood frozen just inside the doorway, my eyes locked on the scene in front of me, trying to process what I was seeing. Ryan. Sitting comfortably on the couch like he belonged there. And right beside him — Tracey. His ex. In my parents’ living room.

First of all, Ryan brings his ex to a place that was meant for only my eyes. A place he swore was special, a place he claimed no other woman had ever been to. And now, he had the nerve to bring that same woman...