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
On the way out of the concert, my heart never settled down.
Seth's suit jacket was draped over my shoulders, his body heat still lingering in the fabric, making me feel both safe and nervous. The image of him throwing that punch for me kept replaying in my mind—that usually gentle man had b...

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