Hurting Ethan

Meliza's POV

I cried myself to sleep that night after slapping Ethan. I hadn't meant to do it, especially not in front of our friends, but I had to stop him. If he kept talking, I would break. I couldn't tell him I loved him—it hurt too much—so I said the opposite instead.

Hurting him was the only way to make him hate me, and that was my plan. If he hated me, he'd accept my rejection. I couldn't bear to see love in his eyes when I knew I didn't deserve it. I wanted his anger, not his admiration.

I still didn't understand how my mother found out about us. No matter how hard I thought, I couldn't pinpoint who betrayed me. Only Ruby and my manager had her number.

The next morning, Ruby stayed by my side. I was grateful she hadn't left.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked softly.