Dating My Ex's Alpha Brother
My romance novel was my escape, my way of processing the turmoil and turning it into something beautiful.
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The next morning, I could barely pay attention in class. My mind was consumed with the story I was writing, the characters and their struggles were not that different from my own. During lunch, I told Monica about my newfound inspiration.
“I feel like I’m channeling all this madness into my writing,” I said, excitement bubbling in my voice. “It’s helping me cope.”
Monica grinned. “Just be careful, girl? Don’t get too comfortable with the chaos.”
“I won’t,” I promised. “I’m heading to the library to finish the final edits of my story.”