Chapter 117. From Heartbreak To Headline: pt. 1

I can’t believe this is happening. Two weeks. It’s only been two goddamn weeks since Noah shattered my world, and here I am, curled up on the couch, staring at the TV screen like some pathetic masochist. The live stream of his wedding—his wedding to her—plays out in high definition, every pixel a knife twisting in my gut. There they are, Noah and that bitch from high school, the one who made my teenage years a living hell. She bullied me relentlessly—tripping me in the halls, spreading rumors about me being easy, stealing my homework just to watch me fail. And now? She’s the one in the white dress, smiling up at him like she owns him. It should be me. It was supposed to be me.

Tears blur my vision as I watch them exchange vows. His voice, that deep, smooth timbre that used to whisper promises in my ear during our late-night sessions, now pledges forever to her. “I do,” he says, and I feel it like a punch. A sob rips from my throat, raw and ugly. I grab another tissue from the