Became His Mate By Accident
Hopefully.
I lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers written in the plaster. Father’s words kept looping, one month, frozen heart, Ice, like a bad song I couldn’t turn off.
But that’s the thing with huge problems. My brain has this neat little trick: shove them way to the back, slam the door, pretend they don’t exist for a while.
So that’s what I did.
I grabbed my phone, opened F******k, and started scrolling. Mindless stuff. Memes about bad dates. Cute dog videos. People arguing over dumb things. Anything to drown out the noise in my head.
Bab Populer