Bared To You
Love Egbejalestay off my operating tablegoodbye icu husband—hello new life
I saw them leaving together, laughing, and every time, my stomach twisted with a poison I didn’t want to name.
Meanwhile, Miranda strutted around like she already owned me. She even bought me a phone so we could call each other.
A phone. As if I needed her voice ringing in my ear when it was already the stuff of my nightmares.
“I don’t need a phone,” I told her flatly, handing it back. “It was thoughtful of you, but no, thanks.”
Her brows knitted together in disbelief. “Why don’t you want something you don’t have? Is it because it’s not the latest iPhone?”