The room erupted in cheers and whistles, some calling out about the wild truth-or-dare game. But all I could hear was the pounding of my heart.
I stood frozen as Lewis’ hand, which had been holding me, slid to embrace Katrina instead.
His kiss was not hesitant. It was fervent, passionate, like the kind I had dreamed of for years but never truly received.
Between their kisses, Katrina whispered, just loud enough for me to hear, “Lewis is mine.”
She did not need to finish the sentence; her actions said it all.
The room blurred, my vision clouded by tears I refused to let fall.
Straightening my posture, I walked out of the bar with my head held high, though I felt as if I were breaking into a thousand pieces.
Tobias was right behind me, his voice full of fury. “That is insane!” he yelled.
I ignored him, my legs moving on instinct as I headed toward the valet stand.
“Hey, wait!” Tobias grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop. “Let the valet bring the car. Don’t do anything reckless.”
I turned to face him, my tears finally spilling over. Tobias’ expression softened, his anger replaced with concern as he pulled me into a hug.