When I scrolled across that photo of Tyler with his arms wrapped around Rachel at 2 AM, I nearly shattered my phone against the wall. That bastard—maintaining our "just scratching an itch" arrangement while wooing her with soulmate bullshit?

With anger burning through my veins and my skin flushing hot, I stormed off to the jazz bar determined to expose him. 

But who could have guessed that in the middle of this dramatic showdown, I'd discover the truth about Seth—the one secretly marking up my sheet music, the one who decked Tyler for me? 

Maybe this gut-wrenching betrayal was actually the universe's twisted way of pointing me toward something real.

When My FWB Stabs Me In The Back

Selena
When I pushed open the door to the New York Arts Academy rehearsal studio, Seth was already inside.
He was wearing a black t-shirt and loose sweatpants, adjusting the sound equipment. When he heard the door open, he turned around, and his gaze clearly froze the moment he saw me.
I'd delibe...

Chapter 5