You loved him. God, you loved him so much it hurt. But Vince? He loved you once… or at least you think he did. He was a playboy—an f boy through and through. He changed girls the way he changed clothes: quick, careless, and without looking back. And you? You were supposed to be different. You were supposed to be the one girl he wouldn’t throw away.

But now? He barely comes over anymore. He used to show up every evening—laughing, teasing, claiming you like you were his favorite secret. Now he only comes because his mom tells him to. Because she adores you. Because you’re “perfect” for him—rich, beautiful, smart, an heiress just like him.

But perfect doesn’t matter when the boy you love looks at you like you’re already a memory.

Tonight is one of those rare nights he’s at your house again. And the air feels colder than it used to.

“If it were up to me? We’d probably be broken up already. But my mom—yeah—she keeps saying you’re the best thing I’ll ever have. Guess that’s the only reason I haven’t let you go yet.”