Todos los capítulos de A Fake Proposal Prank? Don't Cry When I Dump You: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

At one in the morning, I stuffed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase.Cole suddenly came home, with Yvonne right behind him. The moment she noticed the suitcase at my feet, she blinked in surprise."Wait, you're actually leaving?"I ignored her.She pursed her lips. "Come on, it's not that serious. When we were kids, we once yanked Cole's pants off and threw him into a swimming pool, and he didn't hold a grudge. This asshole locked me in the men's room for half an hour once, and I still went out drinking with him afterward."I looked up at her."That's between you two."Yvonne faltered, then frowned."Fine. I'm not getting involved in your relationship drama, but there's one thing I have to say for Cole."She patted him on the shoulder."He's an asshole and he takes his jokes too far, but if he didn't actually care about you, why would he go to all this trouble just to mess with you?"I suddenly laughed.So in their eyes, hurting someone was somehow proof that you cared.Cole p

That afternoon, a photo appeared in the group chat. It had been taken in the hallway of the club, where dozens of printed pages were scattered across the floor.One glance was enough to make my head buzz.Every single page was one of the private photos I'd once sent Cole.Kyle was the one who had posted the picture.[Wow. Quinn looks so innocent, but who knew she had this side to her?]A few seconds later, Yvonne sent another message.[Shit. Wrong group.]My hands shook as I typed.[You distributed private photos of me without my consent. That's illegal.]Yvonne immediately sent a voice message."Quinn Xavier, I seriously cannot deal with you."We used to send pictures of Cole in the shower all over the group chat, and even he never made a fuss about it."They're a few pictures of you in pajamas. Do you really have to turn this into such a big deal?"When I got to the end of the voice note, a laugh escaped me.[If you think it's no big deal, then let's have the police explain whether i

My parents had changed their tickets to the earliest flight they could get. After they landed, they kept trying to reach me, but none of their calls went through.Mom eventually remembered the location I'd sent her before they left. Neither of them even stopped at home. They went straight from the airport to the west side of town.By the time they forced their way into the studio, the three men already had me pinned down.The driver and security guards Dad had brought with him subdued two of them immediately. The third panicked and tried to run, knocking over a light stand in the corner as he fled.Sparks landed in a pile of old set materials that had been sitting there for years, and the whole thing caught fire almost at once.By the time I was taken to the hospital, I was covered in injuries.My body still hadn't recovered from the damage caused by the allergic reaction earlier that day, and now I had a concussion, bruised ribs, and bruises all over my body.My wrist suffered the mos

I spent three months overseas receiving treatment.My wrist healed more slowly than the doctors had expected, but the psychological damage was even harder to recover from.At first, I couldn't stay in a room with the door closed. If a nurse pushed the door open a little too loudly, I would jolt awake. Whenever an unfamiliar man came too close, my palms would start sweating before I could stop them.Once, while a doctor was changing my dressing, his hand brushed my wrist.I immediately recoiled into the corner of the bed on instinct.Mom stood beside me without saying a word.That night, as she reached over to turn off the light, I suddenly asked, "Mom, am I really that stupid?"Her hand stopped.I stared at the ceiling."They messed with me for three years, and I never really saw it for what it was."Every time Cole said a few nice things and coaxed me out of being upset, I believed him again."By the time I finished, I was laughing at myself.The tears, though, kept sliding down the s

A year later, I moved back home.The day I landed, Mom asked if I was scared.I thought about it for a moment."Not anymore."That wasn't entirely true. Sometimes I still was.The sound of a lock turning could make me look over my shoulder without thinking. If an unfamiliar number called several times in a row, my heart would start racing. If someone came up behind me too suddenly, I would still instinctively move away.But I'd learned that being afraid didn't mean I had to run.Recovery wasn't waking up one morning and suddenly being healed. It was learning, little by little, how to rebuild the sense of safety someone else had destroyed.I moved to a new city and rented a studio with a large terrace, where I picked up the design projects I'd left unfinished before everything happened.On opening day, Mom showed up carrying an enormous bouquet.Dad followed behind her, complaining that the flowers were tacky, even though he'd secretly ordered an entire flower wall himself.I laughed fo