Azalea

Pain lived in my bones now. In my lungs. In the space behind my eyes.

I hated everything. My stupid heart for believing him. My stupid brain for trusting him. My stupid body for missing him even now.

I wanted to tell Chiara the truth. That her perfect fiancé was a liar, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her.

I finally understood. Chiara was the woman who had been calling me. Screaming at me and called me a home-wrecker.

And she was ...