
I went to check on Jace, worried he was too sick to call. Instead, I found him in another woman’s arms. My trust shattered, I left without a word. Days later, the last person I expected—her—showed up at my door.
Ashley, the woman from the elevator, confessed Jace had lied to her too, painting me as a terrible girlfriend. Betrayed, we decided on revenge. Knowing Jace was a homophobe, we created dating profiles for him, flooding his phone with calls and messages.
Desperate, he begged us to stop. Our price? A two-week vacation in Spain—on his dime. With that final message, we blocked him. Chapter closed.
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