ODETTE'S POINT OF VIEW
Everyone was puzzled about what happened last night. I lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, refusing to move or eat anything all day. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. I was consumed by the echo of betrayal. How could he still cheat on me—after he proposed? Was the ring just a distraction? A lie wrapped in gold? Does he still love her? Then where does that leave me? Was I only filling the emptiness she left behind? Just a convenience until she returned?
My chest felt tight, like something was crushing me from the inside. Tears slipped silently down the sides of my face, soaking into the pillow, but I didn't wipe them away. I let them fall. They felt honest.
Then came a soft knock on the door. It pulled me out of my trance, startled me enough to blink. I turned to my side, facing away from the door, and pulled the blanket over my head. I didn't want to be seen like this. Not now. Not broken. Not by anyone.
"Odette?" It was my mom.