But what she doesn’t say is: he’s been texting her too.

You spot her the moment you walk into the club.

Mikha is at the bar, legs crossed, sipping something dark and expensive, like this whole night’s just background noise to her. You haven’t spoken in months—not since that time your boyfriend accused her of flirting with you and made a whole scene.

But her eyes find yours across the crowd like it’s muscle memory.

You walk over. You’re not even sure why.

Maybe you’re tired of pretending things are okay.

Maybe part of you already knows what she’s about to say.

“Didn’t expect to see you tonight,” she says, no smile, just that careful, cool gaze.

“Yeah, well. He said he’d meet me here.”

A beat. She taps her nails against her glass.

“He’s not coming.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

And she just sighs—long, heavy, tired of secrets.

“I didn’t plan to be the one to tell you. But since he clearly doesn’t have the guts—he’s at the Cobalt Hotel. Room 409. With someone else.”

You stare at her. “How do you even know that?”

And then she says it—low, deliberate.

“Because he tried to invite me. Last week.”

The silence is deafening.

Your hands shake. You want to deny it, argue, scream—but the worst part is that it makes perfect sense.

She takes a step closer, the heat of her body grounding you.

“I didn’t respond. Not because I couldn’t… but because I’ve only ever wanted you.”

Your breath catches. You blink away the sting in your eyes.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him,” she says softly, not cocky—just real.

“I’d never lie to you. Never touch someone else and then come home pretending it meant nothing. I’d kiss you like it’s the first time, every time. And I’d mean it.”

You don’t say anything.

But you don’t walk away either.

She leans in, just enough that you can smell her perfume—like vanilla and vengeance.

“So?” she murmurs, lips inches from yours. “What do you want, really?”

You close your eyes.

And this time, when your phone buzzes in your purse with his name, you don’t even bother checking it.