Now He Begs for Me Back

I’d spent so long pretending to be what everyone wanted me to be. But not anymore. I was done playing the part. This time, I was taking control.

I stood in the middle of the room, the weight of the discovery still heavy in my hands—Matthew’s jacket pocket hiding more than just forgotten items. A red lace thong, a tube of lipstick—neither of which belonged to me.

I had only picked up the jacket, thinking I’d find some loose change. Instead, I was holding the proof of his betrayal. I knew exactly who they belonged to—his co-star.