Antalya was curled up on the hospital bed, clutching her pillow like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Her eyes were swollen and red, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She looked absolutely pathetic. I almost felt sorry for her—almost. But pity was for losers, and right now, I was the one winning.

I let out a loud, exaggerated laugh, making sure everyone in the corridor could hear. “God, Antalya, you look like you just lost your last brain cell. It’s just a guy. And a ...