Semua Bab My Ex Cheated, So I Got Hotter!: Bab 101 - Bab 105

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED: THE COMA THIEFCHRISTIAN As I stepped into the bar that used to be me and Chuck’s favorite spot, I immediately checked my wristwatch.Exactly 8pm.I had stared at my phone all day, dreading this moment. I hadn’t slept a fucking wink the night before, and I was sure I looked like shit despite my efforts to appear calm in a simple jeans and t-shirt.My eyes scanned the dimly lit room as I walked in. It didn’t take long to spot him.Chuck sat in our old spot at the bar, back turned to me, slowly nursing his drink.I dragged in a deep breath that did almost nothing to steady my nerves, then walked over. The moment I got close, he turned his head. A small, welcoming smile curved his lips as he pulled out the stool beside him.“Punctual as always, aren’t you?” He teased.I sat down. He signaled the bartender for two shots of my favorite drink.My chest squeezes as he did that. He still remembered.At this point, I couldn’t hold the question that has been biting me all

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-TWO: CRUSHED PLANSDAISYTWO DAYS LATERAs I zipped up my last suitcase, I let out a satisfied breath. Grabbing my phone from the bed, I typed a message to Zoey and hit send:ME: ON MY WAY NOW. SEE YOU SOON. A small smirk crept across my face as I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair one last time. I looked damn good, and even better knowing what I was about to do.I was finally going to destroy Chuck and that bitch Scarlett. I’ll spill every fucking secret of theirs to Zoey. I had contacted her yesterday, asking to meet up and that I had something important to tell her.To my surprise, she’d accepted without much back and forth like I initially expected.Chuck and that sick mother of his thought they could use me like some disposable pawn? No fucking way. I’ll expose every filthy secret they have and watch as their perfect little world crumbles.And then, I’ll disappear and none of them will ever see me again. I’ve premeditated my plan since my altercatio

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FOUR: WHAT COMES AFTER CLIMAXZOEYONE YEAR LATERI stood in front of the tall mirror in my dressing room while three stylists buzzed around me like busy bees. Their hands moved, adjusting the rich, deep burgundy velvet dress that hugged my curves perfectly, draping elegantly to the floor. “You look incredible, Miss Zoey. You’re going to outshine every single star on the red carpet today.” One of the stylists said, stepping back to admire their work.I offered a small smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes.Tiny sparkling glitter dusted my collarbones and shoulders, giving me an ethereal glow under the bright lights. The dress I was wearing was slit high on one thigh, elegant and daring at the same time. I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.A movie star.It still felt surreal.As they pinned the final strands of my hair into a sleek updo, my mind drifted back to everything that had happened in just one year. The arrests, the trials, the media storm. The