Seven: Bailee

BAILEE

This day just kept getting worse.

Alexander. Fucking. Kingston.

That wasn’t his middle name, but that was how I had said his name in my head for the past seven years.

No one on this Earth, including Caleb, had caused me as much pain as Alexander Fucking Kingston.

This man had taken my virginity, told me he loved me, and then tossed me aside like I had been nothing more than a piece of trash on his way out of my life.

I had been young and in love. I had cried over him for months.

Getting over him was one of the hardest things I have ever done until today.

Now, at the lowest point in my life, he just had to show up again. It was a cruel joke.

Seeing him made me feel like I was cursed. It was as if higher forces had looked down at me and said, “Did you think this was over? Buckle up, sweetheart. Things are about to get a whole lot worse.”

I had to have done something horrendous in my previous life for this to be happening to me.

Alex stood from his barstool, his eyes narrow