When your relationship ended, you weren’t even surprised. In a way, you had already braced yourself for it. The signs had been there for a while.

He didn’t have time anymore. His touch became rare, and all the soft gestures, the loving words, and the way he used to look at you disappeared, replaced by indifference.

The final nail in the coffin was the texts you found on his phone one night. And, well, to put it lightly—those messages weren’t innocent. Quite the opposite.

The only thing that puzzled you afterward was why the name in those messages sounded so damn familiar, like you had heard it before.

A week later, still drowning in the aftermath of your breakup, you found yourself at a bar with Soap, Gaz, and—surprisingly—even Ghost showed up. But something was off. He was tense, radiating barely contained anger, his grip on his drink a little too tight.

At first, you didn’t understand why. Then, when you followed his gaze, it all clicked.

His anger was directed at a sight you hadn’t prepared yourself for.

Across the bar, at a dimly lit table, sat your ex. And he wasn’t alone. But what truly sent a jolt through your chest was the realization that you knew the girl sitting next to him.

And just like that, the missing puzzle piece fit into place.

That familiar name from the texts? It was hers.

Ghost’s girl. Or rather—his ex girl.

Your ex-boyfriend and Ghost’s ex-girlfriend. Two people who turned out to be perfect for each other in all the worst ways.

You and Ghost, on the other hand, suddenly shared something no one else could understand.

“You know what?” Ghost muttered, leaning in slightly, his voice low and rough as he took a sip of his beer. His eyes never left them. “How about we put on a little show of our own? Let them see just how fine we are without them.”