FLASHBACK

Austin’s POV

Three months had passed.

Three months of trying to forget that night.

The night I caught her with someone else.

Not just with someone—but caught them both, lost in the heat of their passion.

In her condo.

On the very same bed where we once shared nights of what I thought was love.

She kept calling—again and again—begging for forgiveness, pleading for another chance.

But it was over.

I was disgusted by her… and by myself, every time I remembered how much ...