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The journey to the house was short and uncomfortable. I felt like everyone was looking at me strangely because of my facial expression.

Yes, they could imagine how I was. Upset, hurt, astonished, deep down. I was happy that I found my friend safe, but more than anything, I was angry.

When we reached the car, I was the first to enter the house.

I hurried to my room and threw myself onto the bed, burying my head in the pillows. I didn't want to see anyone, nor did I want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be alone.

How was this possible? Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I have to fall in love with an idiot who, besides cheating on me with a friend, comes back to find someone else? Wasn't Barbara enough for him?

Damn it, how I hated men. They all had to be this stupid and disrespectful to women, of course. But if you treated them badly, then they'd chase after you, right? I was never an advocate for treating a man poorly, no matter what.

Well, yes, Ethan was an exception.

But