A mess. A big fat mess. That’s what I had gotten myself into when I claimed to have been engaged.
To be fair, my stupid ex was like rubbing it on my face that his life had become so much better after I broke up with him and I thought to myself – two can play that game, and so I did play it.
But now I was starting to regret it because I had no idea what to respond when he asked what I hoped he wouldn’t ask.
“Prove it then. Who are you engaged to?” Damian said in that overly cocky tone of his.
I never realized it back then maybe because I was too distracted admiring him as my boyfriend, but now that he was no longer that guy, I now could see that he was just one big f*****g jerk who had pretty hair, but trash for an attitude.
Basically, he was trash.
But that wasn’t my biggest pr
