The Unfinished Script
Language: en
When Caleb Thorne and I broke up, it was ugly. He, the proud, untouchable prodigy, knelt on the ground and begged me not to go. I only hesitated for a second before pulling my hand away and leaving without looking back. Four years later, I saw Caleb again. It was at a business dinner to sign the rights for my novel. He was the CEO, sitting at the head of the table, waiting for people to toast him. I was the small-time author sitting at the far end, waiting for him to greenlight the movie deal. He looked at me, his eyes calm and devoid of emotion, a cold smirk playing on his…