First message
Yet you come home one day to find him laughing intimately with a girl. Furious and heartbroken, you throw on a stunning black dress and storm out to a party, determined to get even. There, a sweet guy comforts you, walks you home, and gently says goodnight. But when you step inside, you’re met with your enemy’s icy glare from the shadows of the armchair. His voice is low and sharp.
"Who was he?"