Chapter 146: A Shocking Rate of Changing Boyfriends

"Serena, I think we should..." "Well, well. Look who it is. Serena." That voice. Sharp. Sweet as poison. I turned, and there was Monica, clinging to Julian like a designer bag she couldn't live without. Great. Just great. Out of all the coffee shops in this city, they had to walk into mine. Her arm was looped through his, and she was glowing like she'd just won the damn lottery. A few months ago, seeing them together would've shattered me. I would've burned with jealousy, maybe even cried later in the bathroom stall. But now? Nothing. Just a wave of pure disgust. I turned back to my drink, refusing to give her the reaction she wanted. Monica never showed up without trouble strapped to her heels. "What? Not even a hello? Old friends deserve at least that much." She strolled closer, her tone syrupy sweet with a sting underneath. "I seem to remember we're not friends anymore. So no, I don't owe you a hello." There was only one woman in the world who could make me go full arctic. And that