[Bro, stop fronting. You say you want revenge, but you're actually a total softie, aren't you?]
The OP replied to this comment in a second:
[ABSOLUTELY NOT.]
[She pursued me first.]
[We dated for four years and made plans to go to the UK together. But right after I arrived at Cambridge, I got her breakup text.]
[She said she'd just been toying with me and was bored now.]
[She wouldn't answer my calls or reply to my messages. She blocked all my contacts, moved, and then completely vanished.]
The comment section exploded:
[Whoa... Ghosting plus the silent treatment. Your ex is a real piece of work.]
[In this situation, she probably had someone else on the side. Don't even think about it, man. A woman like that isn't worth it.]
[I rarely side with the guy, but this time I fully support some harsh revenge on the bitch!]
I was engrossed in the comments when a clear, low voice cut through the air—
"Claire?"
I jumped, my eyes meeting Rowan's dark, probing gaze.
My fingers fumbled as I frantically tried to lock my phone.
But Rowan quickly averted his eyes, his tone distant.
"This is the sixth floor."
I blinked at the glowing floor number and scrambled out of the elevator.
"Oh—right. Thanks."
