The Jilted Lover's Fierce Comeback

elt like a cruel joke in my hands, a g

loe and Brooke' s smiles, and the sterile white o

ace, and Brooke running-not to me, bleeding on t

heir celebration of sterilizing me, willing all my assets to

with the future in my hand, I

Stanford dream was confetti falling int

�" and Brooke' s "So proud of you, Alex." I deleted them wit

about my rejection of Stanford, Google, and Ap

e" followed me. Then they walked in: Chloe, B

om, painting herself as the victim, accusing me

o knew the truth, chose the lie. They w

. This time, I knew the rules