Ella's POV
Okay, I know it was awful of me to donate half of LJB's resources, but I needed to unleash my anger somehow. That was the first idea that popped into my head. Did I think it through? No. Did I care? Not one bit. I wanted to hurt Jason. Badly. I wanted him to feel even a fraction of the betrayal, humiliation, and rage that were currently eating me alive.
I clenched my fists as the memory of him resurfaced—his smug smile, his fake charm, his I care about you act. God, I wish I could punch him. No, knee him. Something. Anything to get rid of this seething fury and disgust that made my skin crawl every time I thought about him.
And the worst part? I'd believed him. That motherfucker had tricked me. My stupid heart had even done those weird fluttery things whenever he looked at me, said something sweet, or gave me that damn smirk. I'd almost liked him. Stupid, stupid Ella. How could I have been so foolish? To believe he had changed? That he actually cared?
