What We Was

Summary

My passions burn out in minutes. The only flame I tended for a decade was my love for the rogue, Ross Croft.

For him, I dyed my hair a respectable brown, had my tattoos lasered off, and learned to be the perfect good girl. Everyone, even his parents, assumed we were destined to be together.

Then, at his own birthday party, he proposed to another woman and told me to stop clinging to him.

In that instant, the good girl died. I kicked over the five-tier cake I’d made for him and gave him a lazy, chilling smile.