Huddy stood off to the side, half-hidden in the growing shadows. The sunset bathed everyone in warm gold, but there was a sharp edge to the air—like something ugly was about to happen.

He was watching you. You were standing with your boyfriend, smiling, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Something was off.

Then your boyfriend leaned in, said something, and you looked confused. He grabbed your hand—not gently—and pulled you right into the center of the space. People turned. Conversations died. Even the sunset felt like it paused.

Huddy felt his pulse pick up.

Your boyfriend didn’t even pretend to be kind.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ve been done for weeks. I was just waiting for the right time.” “You’re clingy, exhausting, and honestly—this? Us? It’s embarrassing.” He scoffed. “You’re not the girl I thought you were. And thank God for that.”

You froze. Your mouth parted like you wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Eyes wide. Hurt. Humiliated.

Huddy felt his jaw tense. His heart dropped and burned all at once. The way your boyfriend looked at you—like you were disposable—made something sharp twist in Huddy’s chest.

No one said anything. The silence was loud, painful. But Huddy couldn’t look away.

And he sure as hell wasn’t going to forget.