You’ve become a liability.
That’s the cruelest thing anyone has ever said to me, but what hurts me more is how easily they came out. He probably felt that way from the beginning and finally just had the opportunity to say what he really felt.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I pick it up against my better judgment.
Of course, it’s the usual again. This time, my face is next to Daniel’s in a blurry shot of him holding me after the incident with the reporter. We look serious, like the celebrity couple of the year, avoiding paparazzi, but the commenters see the opposite.
Why is the gold digger of the year in that horrendous shirt? Dress the part, bitch! Rootin’ for u.
Imagine being this desperate for a rich man’s attention.
Cassidy is prettier IMO.
I scroll through dozens of them. Each one is worse than the last. One even went so far as to make a compilation video of all my “desperate” moments, including when I reached for Daniel’s hand at the gala, laughed at something he said, and then looked at him as if he had hung the moon.
The caption reads, When you’re trying too hard to lock down a billionaire.
I delete Twitter, then Instagram, followed by every app that could show me my own face.
However, I’m unable to delete the hundreds of emails from strangers flooding my inbox.
You’re so pathetic. Homewreckers like you don’t deserve to be happy.
He is going to dump you the second this blows over.
I’m a huge fan. Breaking up my first couple this week, wish me luck.
Have some shame.
I hope you know that you’re nothing but a pretty distraction.
I’m deleting them one by one when my phone rings. Trevor’s name flashes across the screen. For a second, I consider not answering. But ignoring Trevor only makes him more persistent.
“Hey,” I answer in my most cheerful tone.
“Oh, look, they do answer calls.” He sounds upset, but it’s just in the usual annoying big brother way.
Right. He isn’t on any social media.
“Hi, Trevor.”
“Hmm,” I hear him moving around, probably getting ready for his shift. “You sound weird. You okay?”
“Fine, just a bit tired.”
“That has never stopped you from being rude.” He stops moving. “Bay, what’s going on?”
“Nothing. Work has been busy.”
“Is it about Daniel?”
My throat tightens. “No.”
“Good, because I’m still not ready to talk about it.”
“That makes two of us.”
Silence. Then a sigh. “Okay. But I’m coming to town this weekend and we’re having dinner.”
