MAYA’S POV
I told myself that I wouldn't be that girl. That I wouldn't be the girl who falls apart after she found out her boyfriend of two years had cheated on her.
But alas, here I was in my kitchen; a walking cliche wearing my robe, my hair a mess and shoving a who……
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