The Script Breaker
Language: en
My six-month boyfriend, who texted me every day, confessed to my roommate on our first day of college. She wore my bunny scrunchie. As I reached for my phone to demand answers, glowing holographic text flooded my vision. [LMAO the side character thinks she matters. Log off.] [The FMC borrowed the villainess’s scrunchie and sparked instant love. Those looks were electric.] [Wait for the tantrums. Even if exposed, the ML returns to our girl. Angst fuels top-tier romance.] [He liked the side character only until meeting the FMC. Our girl wins every gaze.] I froze mid-reach. My phone buzzed…