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ANDREA POVI could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood outside my boyfriend's apartment door. I had a key, but something inside of me just couldn't bring myself to use it. As I debated whether or not to knock, the door swung open and my boyfriend, Ethan, stood there with a guilty look on his face."Hey," he said, his voice shaky."What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sinking feeling in my stomach."I can explain," he said quickly, stepping aside to reveal a young woman sitting on his couch, looking unconcerned.The woman looked at me with a smug smile on her face. "Oh, you must be the girlfriend. Don't worry, sweetheart, he'll come back to me soon enough."I felt my blood boil as I heard her words. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?"Ethan tried to intervene. "Andrea, please calm down. Let's talk about this later."But it was too late. The anger had taken over, and I wasn't going to back down. "No, Ethan. We need to talk about this now. Y

I sit in the back of the cab, staring out the window as the city whizzes by. The streetlights blur into a stream of yellow, and the sound of the engine drones on like a constant hum in the background. My mind is preoccupied, however, with thoughts of my friend who left me last night with some random guy and hasn't contacted me since.I can't help but feel a sense of worry mixed with frustration. How could she just leave like that? We were supposed to have a girls' night out, but she got swept up at the moment and now I'm left alone, wondering where she is and if she's okay.I take a deep breath and try to push the thoughts out of my head. Maybe she's just sleeping it off and will call me later. Maybe she's fine and I'm just being paranoid. But the longer I sit in silence, the more my mind races with questions and doubts.The cab slows down at a red light, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. My eyes look tired, and there are dark circles under them. I know I should

I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, the bright hospital lights assaulting my vision. I had a throbbing headache, and my body felt heavy and sluggish. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my chest, and I gasped.My eyes take in every ray of light in the unfamiliar room, and without a doubt, I know I've slept too long. The noises I heard are of a day in full swing, traffic-heavy.As I looked around, I realized I was in a hospital room. The beeping of the heart monitor and the smell of antiseptic filled the air. Memories of the night before were hazy, and I struggled to remember what had happened.I tried to recall the events of the previous night, but my mind was blank. I had no idea how I ended up in the hospital, or why I was there. Panic set in as I wondered if something terrible had happened to me with that strange guy.I looked around the room, searching for any clues to what had happened. My purse was on the bedside table, and I rummaged through it, hoping to find so

I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the changing room and into the warm, humid air of the parking lot. My heart was racing, and I could feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. I had just finished getting an invite from the billionaire heir, Miguel Rodriguez, and I couldn't wait to get away from him.As I walked towards the car that he had summoned me to, my heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to meet him again, after what had happened between us in the hotel two nights ago, and last night's incident.But as I got closer to the car, I started to feel a sense of dread wash over me. The last time we had been together, things had been intense and passionate, but also a little bit awkward. And now, after the interview I had just conducted with him, I couldn't stand the guy.The interview had been a disaster from start to finish. Miguel had been rude, dismissive, and downright obnoxious. I had tried my best to remain professional and a

I woke up the next morning, feeling a sense of anticipation as I reached for my phone. I had agreed to go out on a date with Miguel, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had texted me back.As I unlocked my phone and checked my messages, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. There were no new messages from him.I frowned, wondering what had happened. Had he changed his mind about going out with me? Or was he just busy with something else?I decided to send him a text, trying to keep my tone casual. "Hey, it's Andrea. Just wanted to see if we're still on for the date?"I hit send and waited anxiously for a reply. But as the minutes ticked by, there was still no response.I sighed, feeling a sense of disappointment. Maybe I had been foolish to get my hopes up so quickly. After all, I barely knew this guy. He could be just like all the other men I had dated before.But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. Why had he agreed to go out with me if he wasn't ev