She watched him at the ball, swaying around with another woman. She froze, realizing the man who she had slept with and given her maidenhead to, the man she trusted so blindly hadn’t ever cared about her. He used her. He didn’t care about her, he had taken what was most precious to her with false claims of trust.

She marched up to him on the dance floor, tapping his shoulder then crossing her arms angrily.