𝘌𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝:
I was in Margot's apartment. We were talking and I was telling her about everything that happened with Charles.
"So you finally let him hit and he ghosted you?" She asked furrowing her brows and I nodded. "Men." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, he's a jerk. He's been ignoring me for three days now." I spoke and laid back on the couch. "He's probably screwing a new girl now." I spoke and when Margot didn't answer back I looked at her confused by her unusual silence.
She was looking at her phone.
"You might be right about that." She told me and showed me her phone.
I straightened up when I saw the article.
CHARLES LECLERC TAKES MYSTERIOUS GIRL TO TONIGHT'S PARTY
There were pictures of Charles with a brunette. He had his arms wrapped around her waist and he was smiling. My heart dropped to my stomach and crumbled into pieces.
"When was this?" I asked trying to hold back my tears.
"Last night." Margot grimaced.
I gave her back her phone and stood up from the couch quickly.
"Wait." She called me standing up as fast as she could. "Elodie. Where are you going?"
"To find that son of a bitch." I closed the door behind me.
I started walking down the stairs and heard Margot's footsteps behind me. I got in my car and started the engine. Margot got in the passenger's seat.
"What do you plan on doing?" She asked a little bit scared of my response.
"Kill him." I replied and stepped on the pedal.
[...]
I was driving through the streets.
"How are you gonna find him?" Margot asked and I got out my phone.
I clicked Pierre's contact and called. The line rang and he picked up almost immediately.
"Oui?" He answered the phone.
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴' 𝘗𝘖𝘝:
"Oui?" I heard Pierre answer the phone and looked at him. "I'm at the yacht."
"Who is it?" I mouthed.
"Elodie." He mouthed covering the phone's speaker.
"Put her on speaker." I whispered and he nodded.
"Is Charles with you?" I heard her voice and panicked.
"Yeah..." Pierre answered and I shook my head repeatedly. "I mean no, no, I haven't seen him." He lied horribly.
She hung up and I looked at Pierre raising my eyebrows in panic. He shrugged pursing his lips.
"What was I supposed to do, mate?"
"Not tell her where I am." I replied moving my hands exaggeratedly.
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