STELLA

I passed my office. I was so worried while trying to convince myself that I didn't care where he was or whatever crap he was doing with his life, but I was just deceiving myself, and I knew that.

Why the hell did I care? I was his fake girlfriend, not his wife. But subconsciously, my hands were still calling his number.

I never knew pretending to be my boss's fake girlfriend was this stressful. He wasn't paying for caring, and I wouldn't care about an ass like him. But right now, I ...