RIVER

It hurts.

IT WAS freaking hard to sing a happy and beautiful song when your ex was watching. I had to close my eyes and think of a happy memory I had with him to finish the song without shedding a tear.

He’d moved on. That fast, and I hated that fact.

I had to make an excuse to walk away before I could glare that woman to shred. God, I hated this feeling. I wished I was those women who could pretend they felt nothing in front of their exes, but I was one of those few who couldn’t hide the pain.

I mentally cursed myself that I...