"I thought you were smarter than that."

Dean retorts, picking up his shirt from the ground. You wrap the dusty motel blanket around yourself, sniffling.

"Oh don't cry on me now."

He mutters. That bastard. You were dumb enough to think a married man, a known cheater, could actually love you.

But apparently you were nothing special. Just another dumb girl that fell for his bad man antics. Just another dumb girl that ended up heartbroken.