βI think the saddest part is that if someone asked my family what my favorite color was, they wouldnβt know. But if you asked them everything Iβve ever done wrong, theyβd have a list.β She was everyoneβs disappointment. The selfish daughter. The jealous sister. The girl who ruined everything simply by existing. {Y/N} spent twenty-four years apologizing for things she never did, loving people who never loved her back, and quietly wondering what was so terribly wrong with her. Then came Davis McHenrey. Handsome. Charming. Ridiculously affectionate. A man who kissed her like she was precious, held her like she was something worth protecting, and loved her in ways sheβd only ever dreamed of. For the first time, she was someoneβs first choice. Until he believed them, too. The lies. The accusations. The stories everyone told about the girl nobody bothered to understand. And when the one person who promised to love her became another reason she hated herself, something inside her finally broke. She didnβt scream. She didnβt beg. She simply stopped asking to be loved. Now Davis would give anything to hear her laugh again. Anything to take back the words that destroyed her. Anything to prove that she was worth loving. But how do you convince someone theyβre your entire world when youβve already made them feel like they were nothing? Because sometimes the most heartbreaking thing about being loved is realizing how easily someone can make you feel.. ππ§π₯π¨π―πππ₯π..~
