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The tabloids use every humiliating screengrab of Jennie with mascara running, lips trembling, face wet with real fucking tears—the kind that hit you somewhere stupid inside, even if you spent your whole life pretending nothing hurts.
I don’t turn on the TV. I don’t need to. The internet needles me every three seconds with a new headline: “Playboy Evans Dumped By Quirky Girl!” “Who Is The Ordinary Girl Who Ghosted Hollywood’s Favorite Bad Boy?” “Is This His First Real Heartbreak?”
Christ.
Kendra is the first to show up, as always. She knocks, ignores the unlocked door, and storms in with a plastic smile and a schedule in her hand.
“Damage control, Evans.” She drops into my kitchen chair, alre