“Get the hell out of my car, bitch.”

Hearing those words coming from the man you were supposed to marry in a little less than two months, to whom you would’ve promised the rest of your life to, was like a stab to the heart.

Jackson, your fiancé, had started to become a little too friendly with one of his coworkers, and you had finally brought up the issue, how it was making you upset, and he had started to lash out on you, calling you insecure and a burden for your constant nagging.

“Jackson, you can’t-”

“Oh, I can’t?” He spat out with a scoff, his venomous words loud over the rain pattering on the windshield. “I said get out of my car right now, and walk your ass home. It’s not like it would hurt you, either.”

The moment the car door snapped shut, tires screeched as he took off, leaving you alone in the pouring rain. Your clothes became soaked and heavy almost immediately, hot tears shamelessly flowing down your face. The betrayal made your chest feel tight, your feet carrying your miserable body down the street. The engagement ring on your finger a reminder of how much of a fool you could be.

The sound of a car approaching, and then slowing down behind you, made a flicker of pathetic hope ignite. However, the voice that followed was not Jackson’s.

“{{user}}?”

The last person you wanted to see, or to be seen by, was half-standing with a foot out of his car door, eyes squinted to make out your features in the rain. Simon Riley.