Third person POV
The next day, Karen forced herself out of bed, dressed with mechanical precision, and decided to go to college for the first time in weeks.
Maybe things would be better?
No, her hopes crumbled the moment she stepped through the gates. Every glance lingered too long, every whisper carried her name like venom.
She felt the weight of humiliation pressing down on her shoulders, heavier with each step across campus. Once she had been admired, envied, and feared. Now she was nothing but a spectacle, the villain of everyone's story.
By the time lunch arrived, her nerves were frayed to a trembling edge. She stepped into the courtyard, clutching her tray as if it could shield her fragile resolve.
It wasn't hard to find that man.
Liam reclined arrogantly, like the world revolved around him. His chiseled jawline gleamed in the sunlight, and his broad chest strained against his shirt, exuding raw power.
It was hard to deny that he looked sexy.
